The royal blue night sky,
When that moon ever so high,
Amongst the stars,
Gravity do pull this mind,
And how it glance,
Through wrinkled eyes,
This galaxy so tightly close,
What time could have been,
What time could have rose,
Though,
To be a story untold,
Lost to the universe,
No further our time unfold.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
The royal blue night sky,
When that moon ever so high,
Amongst the stars,
Gravity do pull this mind,
And how it glance,
Through wrinkled eyes,
This galaxy so tightly close,
What time could have been,
What time could have rose,
Though,
To be a story untold,
Lost to the universe,
No further our time unfold.
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