Bliss

athena

Contemplating counting the stars no matter how long it takes. 

Arms stretched out my fingers outline their curves and edges.

Even so afar, they can't help but reach for them. Pocket the ghost of their presence as a trophy. 

Everyone chases the moon, and trample over the stars as they chase it. 

They forget that you can pocket the stars and keep them as a merit for your hard work. 

The stars are what you make them out to be. 

  • Author: athena (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 10th, 2022 19:56
  • Category: Reflection
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  • L. B. Mek

    that's that beauty
    in our diversity
    some
    seek, ambitions rewards
    reach out their thumb
    wink
    and blot out the Moon.. or Sun
    of reality
    while, others
    open their arms wide
    and try to hug the Universe
    accepting it, as it is
    in its Entirety
    of flawed, Beauty...!
    thank you for sharing, dear poet
    loved your imagery
    and your poem's soothing message



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