Look towards the stars.
A place of silence and beauty.
Above the heavens,
above the earth.
I float amongst the stars.
Empty yet full,
the stars tell my story.
Bright and dark,
this place moves towards change.
A single star,
to hold a memory.
This place remains.
A home for those skyward bound.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2018 09:06
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Comments1
I am up there as well, perhaps we will meet on a star.
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