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Drowning to the bottom of the murky sea, I couldn't believe how this could be. Slowly disappearing into nothing, Even though I was definitely something.
I wonder how lonely those stars get, Hanging so far away, half of them have never been met. And it's a wonder they don't just drop from the sky, I hope none suffer from vertigo, up that high.
Midnight black's the color you are. A mere simple canvas to show off the night. Little yellow dots twinkle in your darkness. A white little crescent shines brightly in the center. Forever you will be.
I sit, Face pressed against the glass, Watching cars and people pass. I sit, Staring at streets down below, It's all just go, go, go. I sit, Gazing at the sky, Wishing I could fly.
The yellow lily of death, glowing in the dark, Sings to lost souls, softly as a spotted lark, Calling them into its silk-crested pool, Where all life's burns can be lain to cool, Restful release of...
Bent in kneel of silent prayer knuckle mould with crucifixion rosary's rhythm repeats foursquare In reflected genuflection.
I saw a half moon last night. Man, that half side shined so bright. It reminded me of space. That mysterious place. It reminded me of the days, I loved to watch the dark sparkly sky.
Night Skies III Last night I was showered with hundreds upon hundreds of fallen stars. The darkness was endless and yet, the twinkling sparkles of speckled light stole the show.
The moon is white The moon is clear Whenever I feel sad I turn to the moon And hope it gives me guidance.
I wonder if a humble speck of sand so small tiny microscopic is aware it is part of something bigger.