At the end of my little hand
I used to be afraid of the dark,
but now i know there's no such darkness like in my dream,
cause the star will be there,
to stay by me till night end.
Looking up the star,
Is an experience beyond magical,
It is soothing and beautiful,
That any scream faded within them,
And any heart melt in sight of them,
This dreamlike living,
Stay far from my little hand,
Yet closer that it can ever be to my heart.
I fear dark no more,
Not because it less scary,
But because i know I'm no longer alone now.
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Starry Night
PoetryMy poem of life. To me words excite and give soul to living around me. These poem spoke about the ups and downs in me. Hope you like it 💓.
