Starry Days

We generated kites of every star color

In this era depleted of skies.

I dreamed of mountains glazed with hopes

And we all being so attached to mist

With our foggy names embodied in it;

I wished of laughter tattooed with milky

Valleys, milky thorns, and milky ways.

A path we share is a journey

Starrily shaped.

Even all the clean clouds are blinded

As long as we could be healed

By moonily drizzles, we are still young

With wrinkles upon slightly windy face.

My messages are resilient and concrete,

Delivering to you via shooting stars

Owning names and origins itchy.

Mutually we possessed

Tears wiping your rooftops clean.

A ceiling painted with your fears and nightmares

That gleam – for those I invite you in

And wrap you into my star-lit shaky heat.

Still, I trip over my stellar startles sometimes, and I

                                                                                             Fall       .

So when the night is hard enough,

I allow myself to resume in you

And converse with you when clouds descend

In the same form of our tears. I have blood

I pulse and pause with stars

Being my rhetorical question

And mountains persevered in memories

My deepest and longest anecdote.

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