stars are perhaps the most magical thing of all
in her otherwise unmagical world
constellations steal her breath away
as they sweep across the sky
in a never ending rotation
she sits on the patio on her roof
to do so
she sneaks out at one in the morning
and tiptoes up a metal spiral staircase
outside her house
she lays down
and looks at the stars in the clear night sky
there is no pollution down at that private shore
and she is the only one up and out
at the time in that place
it is only her
and the stars
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
stars are perhaps the most magical thing of all
in her otherwise unmagical world
constellations steal her breath away
as they sweep across the sky
in a never ending rotation
she sits on the patio on her roof
to do so
she sneaks out at one in the morning
and tiptoes up a metal spiral staircase
outside her house
she lays down
and looks at the stars in the clear night sky
there is no pollution down at that private shore
and she is the only one up and out
at the time in that place
it is only her
and the stars
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