Sky,
is an obstacle
the riddled curtain
between up,
the ocean of light
and down
wrapped by dark
hearts
fire up their guns
the stars are
bullet holes
on high
moon is
the hole of sigh
my heart fired it up
to the sky
I hope
droplets of light
dribble down
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hearts fire up their guns the stars are bullet holes on high Beautiful expression, and wonderful verse, the sadness is magnified within the imagery. Evocative well done.
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