to reach the stars.
the stars burn on my fingertips,
a supernova at my hands,
but the clouds shush my eager lips,
and only the planets would understand.
This poem is about:
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated:
the stars burn on my fingertips,
a supernova at my hands,
but the clouds shush my eager lips,
and only the planets would understand.
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