Celestial holding onto
A thread of crowns
Polished by Angel dust
On nights when
Stars sing in awe
Of a creator invisible
To the eye
My thoughts are ink
Dancing on a sheet of paper
Forging shapes
To reincarnate in minds
Like white sands busking
At shorelines of the seven seas
My thoughts are words
Born of spirit
Painting cosmos
With a mystical color
Unknown to man
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