I sang in the midst of echoing stars ,
I dance between the moving stars ,
I sparked in the midst of shining stars ,
I broke between the shooting stars ,
I sprinkled with the little stars ,
I shone with the big stars ,
I lived between the stars,
May be someday when we all shall be doomed and white surface will come of out of our body turning it into ash somewhere in those elements, those white surfaces will rose high in the sky , turning into a star and someday come across to travel the world in the form of shooting star again getting back in the form of white surface and may be the process will keep going on and on !
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
