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In the velvet sky, stars scatter like whispers,
Tiny beacons, hearts pulsing with light,
They weave dreams in the fabric of night,
Celestial lanterns guiding souls lost in wonder,
Silent poets, they shimmer like promises,
Or the tender glances of lovers, endless and bright,
Binding the cosmos in a tender, eternal embrace.
About the Creator
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen4 days ago in Poets
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