Counting stars,
counting dreams
picking them, one
by one… Shiny
bright stars glued
in the notebook of
my hopes and…
Trying to cover
disappointment,
trying to
forget… Being
denied…
Counting stars,
well aware, well…
Stars plenty, and
brilliant stars too
many to be missed
once picked.
Little treasures…
Simple pleasures.
Clumsy collage, resembling…
Sighs of a little girl’s eyes
towards the moonlit skies.
Nice poetry. Just what I had been waiting for.
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Thank you 🙂 I’m really glad you enjoyed it!
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