DAWN.

I don’t want to talk of the moon or the stars

Because when I’m crying at night alone

I don’t feel like stardust

I don’t feel like I have a galaxy inside of me

 

I am not celestial

I am not a constellation

In perfect arrangement

I am not a universe

 

That starry night sky

Does not bring me power

Or peace

 

But the dawn

In its light

In its beginnings

That brings promise

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