Underneath the bright, blue sun
Is a son of man long gone.
Roaming in the sands so far,
Often looking at the stars.
.
His energy's running low,
Yet keeps his sparkles to flow.
Singing happy tunes to calm,
Steering away from the qualm.
.
A vast storm hit the poor man,
No shelters, plus he can't run.
Fear strikes for his survival;
His breath might be his final.
.
Storm passed and he gained contacts,
Now careful on how he'll act.
Not even calamity
Shall break his serenity.
.
Resources are running low,
Now preserving what he knows.
Perseverance; now he rests,
He is now done with his quests.
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Starry Poems
诗歌A compilation of poems that is themed around celestial objects, or has references to it. Created by yours truly. Cover made in canva. Created: 13th May, 2022 Completed: 09th June, 2022
