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I am small. The stars pulse like a million steady hearts Pounding desperately away at Chests begging for life But I know There are too many fires burning in the night sky For me to see in a lifetime I am tiny. Muddled lights spot the darkness above, Filling my senses with a beauty that I am Incapable of capturing. The blanket of black clings to leftover grains of sand That were washed up On the universe's shore I am microscopic. There are incandescent pinpricks glowing bright, Possessing such radiance that I can't believe my eyes. My vernacular cannot begin to describe This unfathomable sight that is the Night sky
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
Constellations
I am small. The stars pulse like a million steady hearts Pounding desperately away at Chests begging for life But I know There are too many fires burning in the night sky For me to see in a lifetime I am tiny. Muddled lights spot the darkness above, Filling my senses with a beauty that I am Incapable of capturing. The blanket of black clings to leftover grains of sand That were washed up On the universe's shore I am microscopic. There are incandescent pinpricks glowing bright, Possessing such radiance that I can't believe my eyes. My vernacular cannot begin to describe This unfathomable sight that is the Night sky
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kelly-wood
American
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
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