Stars beam bright, freely glimmer,
taunting my soul that wishes to fly.
Glowing with their prideful gaze,
luring me to meet them in space.
Yet when I try to reach them there
they can not help but burn me.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
Stars beam bright, freely glimmer,
taunting my soul that wishes to fly.
Glowing with their prideful gaze,
luring me to meet them in space.
Yet when I try to reach them there
they can not help but burn me.
This is a sijo
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