Poetry – Pretty Simple Sky

Sometimes, the prettiest things are the simplest in the world. When my cousin was barely three years old, he came up to my dad one night and spontaneously came up with a poem whilst describing what he saw. It is such a small and simple poem, but I think it captures the boundless universe. Here it is:

 

Moon – gone.

Twinkle star – gone.

Sky.

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