Standing outside
In the dead of night,
Alone, save the moon;
That one feeling
Is the truest part
Of being alive.
Underfoot, earth.
Above? Infinite stars.
Hidden in nature
The souls of those
Who came before
Quietly vibrating.
How small it is
To be human.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2026 15:15
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Comments3
What a reflection to say we are small, humans the creature with the biggest ego and yet so small in comparison to all else. Nicely said
Its a vast universe. Never ending and a very fleeting miracle of life we receive as human kind. Nice write for sure. 🙂
Thank you 🥰
How small indeed and yet how important and big we matter to each other…
Love is everything ♥️ No matter what form it takes
What do you hate? What really grinds your gears? I’ll try my best to avoid those things
I don't think I hate anything really.
I dislike unkindness in any form, and butter 🙈
But don't avoid anything, you and your poems are perfect just the way you are 🥰
A beautiful lady telling me these words… I must be doing something right in this life. Thank you Kora
No thanks necessary 🥰
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