Star, how old are you?
Light is too deceptive for me
to know your age.
However, I still find fascinating,
for it shows me your past.
And if I'd look to your
far sisters,
I'd see how the universe began.
Then, I will learn how to adore you
and what makes who you are.
This made me wonder,
do you see me here?
Or my past self looking at you too?
If so, then now I'm certain that
I, in any form and time,
would always search you
in the vast sky
and won't get tired gazing at you.
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Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
