By Sanya Bali
The dark can sure be kind to a fragmented soul
Plausible enough that the fragments light up like a million stars in it’s obscurity?
For the heart refuses to comprehend,
Yet be proud of not only the artistry of the light,
But the night it beholds.
Can I stay here a while?
Beneath the infinite sky
I’d count till the stars fall down
I’d count till my eyes fall out
I’d keep counting till the light drowned the eclipse in my soul
And it’s clear
I’d count till my rebirth from the stardust.
By Sanya Bali
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