Poets & Poetry

The stars

As night fell, the blue haze of the day drifted to reveal the countless stars…
The bright stars feeling like a promise in the darkness,
The causes of her stress now seemed rather harmless.
The distant lights reached out to her heart,
She closed her eyes and pulled her lips apart
A sigh escaped the tender lips, her heart void of hate,
So much that even the stars cried as they wrote her fate.