If you set eyes on cryptic wishes that trip across the sky,
hold out your heart and let it bask in a light so intricate.
Sweep. Sweep across the night that holds spectral secrets.
Remain. Quiet.
Can you turn the tranquil song of the stars into words?
A contest entry
- he found peace in the stars by AutumnGypsy.
400 points, ended November 22, 36 entries
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