I've always loved the stars.
Shining eternally,
even when invisible to us
and hidden by clouds.Finding them to be
just travelling dying light
was a blow
but did not stop my love.I might even go to
so far as to say
that this 'damage' of their image
strengthened my enamourment.It's funny how that works,
isn't it?
And I wonder;
does it work with people too?
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Short Stories & Poetry
PoetryA collection of my poems and short stories. I write and publish them spontaneously- whenever the inspiration hits!