Category : Poems

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My heart is weary
Occupied with many thoughts
I looked high above
To view  beautiful creations
But the stars were not there
Searched for the moon
No where to be found
Alone on a raining night
Outside with my thought
Where could the stars go?
Anticipating for stars to appear
Kept me far away 
From the awful thought I had.
~presh