On a broken floor I stare into the space and the stars that are motionless in silence.
A planet hangs and shines.
No movement is needed to capture the look of its eternal wonder.
No words are written as paint says much.
The pens lie unused.
The starer in me writes with the eyes of facination.
The kiss of silence and stillness.
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