You inhale the secrets
of a moonlit blossom
piercing the night
a sole survivor
of darkness
holding,
the key of possibilities.
Sometimes when the journey seems long
and life demands you to be strong…
You look at the stars,
and think about their light travelling so far
in twinkling waves of light years…
just to illuminate the skies
for our eyes
humbling us
with its’ existence…
and the journey does not seem so long
anymore.
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