Colourful kites form constellations against the sky;
comets, planets and stars, all condensed into a
single, crowded horizon.
It’s such a clear day, galaxies seen for miles.
The vastness of space is something
one cannot comprehend,
the size, the emptiness,
even the darkness,
the stars help outline the skies,
but to the naked eye, space is nothing.
Clouds inhabit the sky,
never really caring about people's feelings,
they rain when they feel miserable,
they give random rays of light when feeling
generous, and laugh at us whilst we moan.
The universe we live in is so vast,
Full of wonderful miracles,
But full of pain and loss,
Everyone has their own universe,
everyone chooses their own paths
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 10:13 AM UTC
Colourful kites form constellations against the sky;
comets, planets and stars, all condensed into a
single, crowded horizon.
It’s such a clear day, galaxies seen for miles.
The vastness of space is something
one cannot comprehend,
the size, the emptiness,
even the darkness,
the stars help outline the skies,
but to the naked eye, space is nothing.
Clouds inhabit the sky,
never really caring about people's feelings,
they rain when they feel miserable,
they give random rays of light when feeling
generous, and laugh at us whilst we moan.
The universe we live in is so vast,
Full of wonderful miracles,
But full of pain and loss,
Everyone has their own universe,
everyone chooses their own paths
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