Tell me why, I am,
still thinking about you,
when I, should be dreaming,
on a new future, without one star.
The sky, is bright, in its fullness,
but when a little stars dissapears,
no one will tell the difference.
None but, the astronomer will,
and like whom, I discovered the star,
within you,
before it faded away from my view,
like the moon when it’s new,
obscured by a earth-ly blanket.
And I am still eye-open searching,
asking to me where you are,
where you went,
forever outside of me;
while staring trought the other stars,
hoping only at you,
to appear and blink, once more.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 days ago in Fiction
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