Curing Stars Poem by Neran Sati

Curing Stars



Then, when there's no sun
We're baskin under light
Of stars, as they prance
Out there, roundaroun'

And through massive clouds
We yet sense they breath
Its breeze - as la berceuse -
Castin cure on sleepin brains


03/15/2016 © Neran Sati

Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: inspirational
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