the sun sets
as i sit on a
wooden fence,
sturdy
but
riddled with time,
i look out
at the
lonely star,
emitting
hues of orange
and yellow,
i sigh,
as melancholy
escapes my eyes,
the sky flickers
off,
and stars
scatter on the midnight
floor,
the moon has come,
bright and
calming,
i dry the flowing
rivers,
and breathe in
the crisp air,
i hop off the fence,
and run my hands
through Earth's hair.
i lay on the
ground,
to look up
at the stars,
my eyes,
close
pitch.
black.
then,
bright white light
i see...
i see...
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