Make It True


Nothing is difficult

Nothing is easy

The Moon and Stars

Do not care

They have no sorrow

No tears – or the

Wind endlessly blow through

Flowers – fresh and bright

As the cosmos itself

Beautiful – yes

But do they have Heart’s

That break?

But still , I wonder

At how I am here

That I breathe

And I look

And feel the weight

Of it all

We are ever staring

Into a beautiful nothing

And when the stars shine

It is only you

Who is shining

We rise and fall

Like filaments

Of pure nothing

While the moon

Scatters it’s silver light

On the universe

Nothing is ever incomplete

And I wonder at who I am

All things are fragments

Of its own being

A hundred thousand days

Can’t wait

To make it true

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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