The Black Sky
The sky was breathing her darkness
Her mind dived into eerie memories
Looking up for her stars , laid her heart still
For they were nowhere to be found..
Or were they still blinking over her
That she grew blind not to see
For her age was so old ; dating back to
The birth of the sun and moon..
Her eyes welled up with tears of broken memories that she fondled herself
with the scent of life ...
Why would a tragic moment bestood on me ,
She thought for one last time ..
The moon rose and stars glowed
Thus the death of a dark black sky...
The moon bitten like a yin-yang thing,
Buried the dead black sky..and..
Whispered to her in his gentle tone,
"thy darkness was so thick dear, that
you couldnt see your gleaming stars..
Thy darkness was so black that thy
Eyes even turned blind to this world..
Whatever you reaped was black , dear sky,
And black is always showered clean with light.
And so do you...sleep well..dear..sleep well.."
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