Easily lost in its stars that shine too brightly, they remind me of a
Constellation that lights up a spring evening. It forms
Lightly, the last bulwark of an accelerating heartbeat.
If you imagine time running through the universe,
Perfectly infinite at first glance, we end up seeing with reason. In the
Sky from hour to hour, it fades away, then becomes stardust.
Easily lost in its stars that now, hid from my heart, in the morning.
About the Creator
Tony herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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