Distant stars shine bright at this time of night.
Nothing reaches, but there's a rocket kite.
A child runs with the toy; it's very bright.
Wish I had seen it lift high up for flight.
What sort of stories circle round his head?
Is he a scientist at night in bed?
Maybe he views rockets and is well-read.
Perhaps, he's a fan of the color red.
His rocket will not reach planets above.
Stars won't write about what we consist of.
But his flight is pure like a white church dove.
Words mean more with symbolism and some love.
Yet, it's sadder when what once was close parts.
Somehow, those stories make it to fine arts.
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Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
