the night sky is clear,
and i think the moon took all the stars,
all their brightness and warmth,
and placed them in your eyes.
They are the most magnificent horizon i have ever seen,
the sky would be jealous of you, my dear.
YOU ARE READING
Catharsis. {short poetry}
Poetry❝it is a pain in which there is no catharsis❞ - {Catharsis: the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions} welcome to my catharsis.
