Photographs of Thoughts

Picking up pieces
of sky,
I found a sparkle of stars,
but no heartbeat
of life.
Mosaic collapsed,
Drawing from uncertain
days without color,
graying out of nowhere.
Dust,
the poor,
waiting for the night,
to lift up his eyes
searching
the true light,
the moon.

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Tags: Brazir , Poetry , Dust to dust , Research , Writing

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