A 10 year old poem from a younger me inside a journal I found in my nightstand drawer.
In the vast expanse of night's embrace,
a little star waits with longing grace.
Her light, a beacon in the darkened sky,
Guiding traveling souls as they wander by.
But deep within, a sadness resides,
For love's sweet touch, she yearns and hides. She gazes upon the distant moon's glow, Dreaming of a love that will someday show.
Little star please don't lose hope,
Love's arrival is but a cosmic slope.
In the vast realm of galaxies above,
Your heart will find its cherished love.
🌌💜♾️
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A 10 year old poem from a younger me inside a journal I found in my nightstand drawer. In the vast expanse of night's embrace, a little star waits with longing grace. Her lig
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At night all cats are black. Prowling around to bring you interesting items! Use Discernment At All Times! Happiness Is Strength!
Thank you for this poem! It is wonderful!
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