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When I look up into the night sky,
I can see a shimmering knight fly,
Only, it's not a knight,
It's my imagination,
As I spot the transformation...
It's a string of pearls,
Like a few girls,
Been trying to bring it close,
Oh! The beauty they had chose!
Orion, the hunter or the Great Bear,
The little or big Dipper
Had tried to cut the snare.
People call them stars—
I call them fantasies,
Call them what you want,
They are all different stories!
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Rythm
PoetryLife has it's own rythm and harmony. My book of poems will illustrate the illusion of life with heartfelt words. Welcome to the world of ' Rythm'! P.S. I made the cover myself!
