The sky had it thought out, it's all destined
It gave me hope how the opaque stars made contact
How they generated an impact
The graveyard, the night sky, was there for a intended function,
To bear the radiant light that needed somewhere to make heaven
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The Sky Doesn't Pressure Me
Poetry"My life was filled with expectations Added from the other generations The Stars, The Moon, The Sky, it didn't mind They are here for me at all times" -WON SECOND PLACE IN THE BIG DIPPER AWARDS- -4/19/21- #13 in poetry collection out of 7.6k stori...
