I was promised the stars,
And so, without hesitation,
I looked to the sky
In search for the perfect one.
I scanned every inch,
Eager eyes flicking
Through a catalogue
Of constellations,
Then I found it,
A celestial beauty
Somewhere between
Orion's Belt and beyond.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
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