The wind
brushes my cheek, with a kiss.
Neck craned, my eyes
skim the sky in bliss
The scene before me,
a canvas to interpret,
I stare, deep within the soul of each star
this game I refuse to forfeit.
A world where magic,
still survives,
leaping and twirling,
in front of my eyes
I’m afraid this beauty
does not last.
The sun soon comes up,
the night, simply a memory, in the past.
brushes my cheek, with a kiss.
Neck craned, my eyes
skim the sky in bliss
The scene before me,
a canvas to interpret,
I stare, deep within the soul of each star
this game I refuse to forfeit.
A world where magic,
still survives,
leaping and twirling,
in front of my eyes
I’m afraid this beauty
does not last.
The sun soon comes up,
the night, simply a memory, in the past.
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