New Age

Consumed by a black blanket of stars stitched within,
A sky of millions, cold, low lights twinkle,
Each a poet who burns eternally dim.
New days bring new nights, a life cycle ongoing,
Far away black blanket, gift of a single bright star delivered,
Pointed out in the sky. Needed not, more sewing.






Mizuki Tsukiakari

Author's Note

Conjured quickly from the depths of my mind, yet titled by the very talented writer and dear friend, Luke Rawlings.

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Reviews

[Azurel]

I'm glad I read your poem :)

[Minty]

Amazing poem. This one :)

[Mizuki Tsukiakari]

I wrote it randomly without even thinking about it. Thanks for the review, I'm glad to know you liked it : )

[Luke Rawlings]

I think the poem is good, but the title is truly magnificent. A true work of art..

[Mizuki Tsukiakari]

Hmmm...How did I know the first review would be from you? I must have future predicting powers :D
Yes, the title is magnificent! Writing is no problem for me, but titles on the other hand...

Thank you for your review, Luke :)