Looking out into space
on a clear December night
speckles of light glitter
from above a cold exterior, our universe.
I hold up my hands to reach for the infinite limits.
Looking forward to grasp a star of my own,
and place it into my pocket,
I want to float to the Alpha Centauri,
the closest star to our solar system.
A lonely wish,
a scattered dream,
I'm tempted to fly to the Moon
just to get as close as possible.
Lovely...
to hold a wish inside.
I smile that one day,
a shooting star will land on your hands
making dear wishes come true.
Very creative Bry... - from Kevin
haha that was a random poem xD i got bored. lol.
and i like this poem, although if that would literally come true, you'd burn your hands xD
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