no, it will not be about
the moon,
nor about the sprinkles of stars
shining so
soon,
when the queen sun slowly
sinks,
sinks,
to her grave called
western horizon,
i will give
thanks,
thanks,
for 'nother 24 hours
of millions
inhales
and exhales,
and for my existence's
unknown reasons.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC
no, it will not be about
the moon,
nor about the sprinkles of stars
shining so
soon,
when the queen sun slowly
sinks,
sinks,
to her grave called
western horizon,
i will give
thanks,
thanks,
for 'nother 24 hours
of millions
inhales
and exhales,
and for my existence's
unknown reasons.
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