l appoint the stars
Asking them why they are so bright
And dazzling with dizzing demeanours of
both beauty and perseverence.
I ask them why i cannot be like them,
Up in the sky
Too far for anyone to touch with their
fatalistic and forceful hands.
What would it take for me to be like them?
Beautiful like them?
How?
The stars, instead, winked at my fate
forgotten soul
Leaving me further lost, with no direction
pointing north or south.
Pitiful is it not so?
©tai_chii
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