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12:00 AM, August 09, 2018 / LAST MODIFIED: 12:00 AM, August 09, 2018


The stars keep me up at night

It's me and my broken compass, sometimes.

A sailor searching for Polaris

And the clouds are waiting for rain.


Muddled thoughts, huddled in blankets,

Words are woven into stale bed sheets.

Do you cry, sometimes?

The clouds are heavy and waiting for you.


Been a while since the sun has melted

A moon shaped star fills up with silt,

And I reminisce, sometimes

The clouds are dark and they hide the sky.


You hear your thoughts in spider silk

The paintbrush clatters to the floor

So ask the moon if it minds the purple

(And if the clouds unravel tonight).


The writer is a class ten student at S.F.X. Greenherald International School

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