Psychical Things
the sky lit up with bold shining stars
as the sun said goodbye to the sky.
the moon emerged and every drop
of fear in my veins dribbled away.
a tear rolled down my cheek and fell
into my lap, each ounce of worry in
the pit of my stomach washed away.
a shooting star made
an appearance in the dark blue sky to
show me that even beautiful things
need to run sometimes.
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