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Starlit Sky
One in the morning on a Sunday night breeds sensations that can never exist at any other point in a single cycle of the sun and moon. Silence, predominantly, is deafening. Shoes padding along graveled roads, pebbles peppering the ground like they were mimicking the stars in the sky. The soft whispers of frogs croaking, crickets chirping, and cicadas whizzing are a music unheard by the bed-dwellers tucked safely in their sheets inside a darkened house nearby.
By Kerrigan Herret7 years ago in Poets
Rose Colored Glasses
I've always felt things differently and deeply than everyone around me seeing the world with my Rose Colored Glasses half on I've always wondered if the moon and the stars followed me like they specifically chose me to lead them into Infinity I wonder what it would be like to dance with the Sun and chase with the sunset and not get burned and have no regrets wonder what would happen if we took a minute to enjoy the world around us and everything that's in it and that God took time to take this little speck of dust and turn it into us. All these things I wondered when I was little but now I know the stars and the moon were not following me I was following them And they were leading me into Infinity. And I was always dancing with the sun and chasing the sunset but instead Of getting burned which is sometimes required I became the fire. A nice little diamond in the rough, you can't break me I was meant I cut. I was meant to live my life with no regrets, so no its not them that keeps me up at night its the poetry in my heart, the music in my soul, its a story that needs to be told. 9-30-17
By shiney poetry7 years ago in Poets