If I; with Hubble’s patient gaze could look, into what lies beyond.
Past the stars we see, to pull aside that curtain of deepest black.
What wonders I imagine await, to reveal themselves to me.
Only then to still my voice, have me rapt in silent awe.
If a vision fortune were to unveil, then; in all honesty, there it would stay.
Unless of course, a Shakespeare should happen along,
to lend a quill and pen a few chosen words.
Maybe then I would try my hand at a sonnet, or perhaps even a song.
Still, here I stand on dirt, above below amid.
The Milky Way and other such things I try, but fail to comprehend.
And so I like to let myself, imagine if I could.
With Hubble’s patient eye to gaze, into what lies beyond.
About the Creator
Kevi B
I write, therefore I drink coffee.
It's called people watching not, "he's looking at me all weird."
I think catharsis' ism should be a religious practice... and an actual word.
I meditate a lot, others call it overthinking.
A letter to me as I turn 22 today
A letter to me as I turn 22 today To all the 22-year-olds in the world, this one's for you. Go out there and conquer the world, it is your age to emerge victorious as you race across life's timelines, striding in the zeal of your highest vigour. It is an obligated way of living, a mere bane of existence, to become the worthiest and most appealing object of praise, a token of appreciation that glorifies the lineage of the family and has accomplished the major milestones that are deemed to be benchmarked and embraced as laid down by our society and the ones that surround us.
By Hridya Sharma3 days ago in Writers
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