Far too long ago,
I stood on a bridge,
In crowded solitude,
Counting stardust; those city lights,
Ignorant that it belonged,
Each for a man and his dream,
Limping endlessly, by alleys,
Of censored minds.
Stardust
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2 responses to “Stardust”
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I feel like it was going somewhere but sort of veered off track. Thanks for writing.
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That’s the intent of the poem. We all start our journey thinking that we are heading somewhere else. But at times we don’t. 😉
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