As an explosion of the stars,
In billions of colorful pieces,
To light our skies,
So, every man has a soul,
Where light grew,
To color his face,
As it is beautiful and normal,
So it’s the death of light,
Inside my soul.
As an explosion of the stars,
In billions of colorful pieces,
To light our skies,
So, every man has a soul,
Where light grew,
To color his face,
As it is beautiful and normal,
So it’s the death of light,
Inside my soul.
Very nice poem. Keep them going!
I like reading poetry.
I’m doing the final touches :)) English is hard.
Ty man,
That makes it even better. Writing poetry in a non-native language is very hard.
You really need to feel a language to do that.
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