I was counting the stars again to see,
there wasn't many clouds hiding my view.
Distanced between the stars and me,
they quietly moved like they always do.
Braille messages across the night sky,
secrets written in a past tongued way.
Clouds sneaking up each time I try,
losing my place feeling what they say.
Have you sat looking up at the night,
trying to count all the stars above?
Reached up to feel the braille sight,
or do you view the night wearing gloves?
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2025 05:31
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This brought to mind the Kabalistic view of the angel's alphabet where it is believed that the answers to all questions and history lies in the stars and that one that understands it can read all knowledge. A fun read
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