Under the Night Sky

Look to the star-pricked sky, 

high moon like 

a pearl kicked onto 

the dark silk stretched from east to west.


Find yourself in

the silence that plays 

a sweet melody of thought. 


Let the rotten

corners of your mind 

fly into the satin sky. 


All is forgotten, 

Under a star-pricked sky.



16 years old

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