Look up, what do you see?
Isn't it a marvellous fantasy?
Look up, what's the big glee?
Isn't it the magical ecstasy?
What's that with a star wash,
That's scattered like the glitter?
Is it a poem of a painter,
Or the canvas of a writer?
Or the mortal world's immortal treasure,
With shining stars that twinkle in pleasure?
What is that bliss, up so high?
Infinity? Just the sky!
Sharon Mathew
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PoetryHighest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and let...
