By the large barn of an herdsman,
Houses his dear, beloved divines.
'Céleste' is the name of his clans,
'Céleste' shall bring the farm ley lines.
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Fortune does not sway in his way,
For the herdsman's dears disappeared.
"I won't believe in what you say,
These rumours are not to be feared."
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One by one, 'Céleste' became few;
Dark matters became apparent.
Neighbours? All of them but him flew.
The herdsman engaged in bear hunt.
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Mysteries unsolved; he gave up,
All his loves buried in his yard.
Stares, no one dared to interrupt.
"Send my condolences' regard."
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In his farm, now a known grave yard,
"Dear Arcturus," the man laid down.
"There'll be no harm, but 'tis so hard,
To accept my red giant's gone."
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By the large barn of a herdsman,
Houses his dearest, dead divines.
"Dark times" of the area began,
There, you can hear no single whines.
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Starry Poems
PoetryA compilation of poems that is themed around celestial objects, or has references to it. Created by yours truly. Cover made in canva. Created: 13th May, 2022 Completed: 09th June, 2022
