A milk by my hand
As I lay down 'neath the tree.
Hear the sounds of stars.
As I listen, I feel free;
Away from the chained, burnt land.
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Starry Poems
PoetryA 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
Flee
A milk by my hand
As I lay down 'neath the tree.
Hear the sounds of stars.
As I listen, I feel free;
Away from the chained, burnt land.
