On a StarA Poem by Drowning with Stars
Reality is overrated.
Where we dance all the time
There is no dull, only extraordinary
Life on this star is an endless symphony
Everchanging from lullaby to enterprise to sorrow
In joy we blissfully burn, but when meloncholy we glow
Sometimes we leap off to swim in the black of the sky
There is no depression; only calm, bittersweet tears do we cry
There is no speech, only song
On this star is where I belong.
© 2012 Drowning with Stars
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Last Updated on April 12, 2012
Drowning with Stars
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