standing here on the edge of an island surrounded by a sea of ice to thin to walk on i look up to the stars to if anything can save me but there is nothing the day hides it all but there is one i feel its connection with me and so i wait for the night once it arrive i see it clear now this bright orange star casting it light down on to the ice and with out a thought i follow it's light and there it leads me to safety in a garden of flower and fruits i'm now so tired i just wish to collapses but i don't i lie down on this soft grass in this garden staring up at the sky
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
standing here on the edge of an island surrounded by a sea of ice to thin to walk on i look up to the stars to if anything can save me but there is nothing the day hides it all but there is one i feel its connection with me and so i wait for the night once it arrive i see it clear now this bright orange star casting it light down on to the ice and with out a thought i follow it's light and there it leads me to safety in a garden of flower and fruits i'm now so tired i just wish to collapses but i don't i lie down on this soft grass in this garden staring up at the sky
this is just an idea that came to me to give a story to the poem of mine the stars
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