Stars,
Watching, always observing
Like the eyes some supreme entity they are always there, but not always acknowledged
They have been around forever, they are born and die in a huge fiery explosion
And yet we will not notice
We cannot begin to comprehend their power
They send light billions of miles to delight us
And we can give nothing in return
Man has always adored the stars wished to sail between them
But as of yet we are unable
Perhaps one day, perhaps
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Book of random poems
PoetrySome times I wrote poems, this is where they live. All of these poems are written on a whim. So far I've been given themes by one person, if you have a theme that you want me to try and make a poem of please just leave a comment and I'll give it a...
