In the unknown of the night,
Along what path stray from the artificial light,
Vague silhouettes of trees stretch for the sky,
I too cannot help but try,
We reach,
Albeit, no limb touch the spectacle of the stars,
Our admirable gazes bond to the light that meet our skin,
We are touched by the sky,
For even the light of dead stars brush upon us
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
In the unknown of the night,
Along what path stray from the artificial light,
Vague silhouettes of trees stretch for the sky,
I too cannot help but try,
We reach,
Albeit, no limb touch the spectacle of the stars,
Our admirable gazes bond to the light that meet our skin,
We are touched by the sky,
For even the light of dead stars brush upon us
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