poem for your soul

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under the dark night sky
with two lamps open‚
there was a girl sitting on the ground
outside her home.
looking up above so high‚
staring those stars brightly shining in her eyes.

the haze of cold summer
tangled with a calm air
touches unto her sheep-skin jacket
as she lay down her back to the wall.

sighing‚ longing‚ wondering.
wondering why you left me unspoken.
counting the twinkling constellation up there‚
thinking that it’s you—
it’s you who reside on that shiny stars‚
it’s you who rest up on that big beautiful moon.

—bleeding_ink


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