Millions of miles away the star is
a natural habitat of flames.
Beaming beautiful rays of the sun
are the result of some cosmic games.
Life itself is the result of distance
but nearness to the stars will bring dire consequence.
You are my distant star.
Whenever I try to get near you,
my existence burns.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
Millions of miles away the star is
a natural habitat of flames.
Beaming beautiful rays of the sun
are the result of some cosmic games.
Life itself is the result of distance
but nearness to the stars will bring dire consequence.
You are my distant star.
Whenever I try to get near you,
my existence burns.
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