Night Sky

The night sky, diamonds more valuable than anything on the jewellery of royalty,

So huge, infinite, it makes the problems of the world seem insignificant,

Every group of stars, silver scattering of ashes in the sky,

Or earthly dust swept to the sky by more powerful forces than we know,

The sky is my friend,

It will never resent me for staring,

It will never hate me,

Though sometimes I wish it would cave in and kill me...

The End

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