Starry Nights
Starry nights are my favorite
Things in the world.
As long as the sky is cloudless
Rest is not possible. As you can’t
Rest when there is so much to see.
Yearning to see it all at once, and
Never taking a break so that your neck
Is starting to hurt. No matter how long you
Guess you’ve been staring, it’s never enough.
Heart beat slows and
Taking everything in you begin to fall to
Sleep
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