Tracing Stars
Tracing Stars poetry stories
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Tracing Stars

My cold, numb fingers

My cold, numb fingers trace the diamond stars-

My cold, numb fingers trace the diamond stars- aching

My cold, numb fingers trace the diamond stars- aching for their precious warmth

My cold, numb fingers trace the diamond stars- aching for their precious warmth.

Like white pearls of blessing

Like white pearls of blessing they lay,

Like white pearls of blessing they lay, scattered on the dark veil

Like white pearls of blessing they lay, scattered on the dark veil we call night

Like white pearls of blessing they lay, scattered on the dark veil we call night.

The sound of crickets

The sound of crickets melt into a faraway song

The sound of crickets melt into a faraway song as I lay on the cool grass

The sound of crickets melt into a faraway song as I lay on the cool grass.

The clouds turn invisible

The clouds turn invisible, as the stars and moon

The clouds turn invisible, as the stars and moon take over the spotlight

The clouds turn invisible, as the stars and moon take over the spotlight.

I wish to be like them

I wish to be like them, free and alone-

I wish to be like them, free and alone- in a sweet

I wish to be like them, free and alone- in a sweet, distant song

I wish to be like them, free and alone- in a sweet, distant song.

I wish to be like them

I wish to be like them, young and innocent

I wish to be like them, young and innocent- naive

I wish to be like them, young and innocent- naive.

I wish to be like them

I wish to be like them, carefree-

I wish to be like them, carefree- but isn't that hypothetical

but isn't that hypothetical?

I wish to be like them

I wish to be like them, full of bliss and joy-

I wish to be like them, full of bliss and joy- but isn't that just make-believe

but isn't that just make-believe?

My cold

My cold, numb fingers

My cold, numb fingers trace the diamond stars

My cold, numb fingers trace the diamond stars-

My cold, numb fingers trace the diamond stars- aching

My cold, numb fingers trace the diamond stars- aching for the non-existent sanity

My cold, numb fingers trace the diamond stars- aching for the non-existent sanity.

aching for the non-existent sanity.

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