Astrology isn't Real but the People are.

Sat, 01/07/2017 - 21:01 -- MacDL

I loved a constellation once. She was a lovely embodiment. Water and Earth couldn't have gone together better. I knew just what it looked like too, the said constellation. It was the faintest, while mine was the second largest in the sky. I was always the louder one anyway. She was closely knit with her soft lighting, whilst slowly fading. And I was frantic in my bright lights. These things balanced. Some times meteor shower happen though. And you can't see who you are the same way. That's okay. But when your conversations and constellations comes out of alignment with Mercury or yourself that's when you need to reconsider. Your eyes were your crystal blue water sign, and mine were my natural-toned earth. Heavenly.

This poem is about: 
My community


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