From my window
A blinking star
It never fades
It never dies
The window
My eyes
The dark
The night
Not a sole reflection
But the one of that star
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 95
From my window
A blinking star
It never fades
It never dies
The window
My eyes
The dark
The night
Not a sole reflection
But the one of that star
