Under the sky ( poem )
The cold of night embraced me,
sharp, unyielding, still.
Above, the moon — not a stone,
but a living flame,
casting rings upon rings of light,
infinite circles fading into forever.
I lay frozen, yet alive,
lost, yet deeply found.
Not seeing, but belonging.
Not thinking, but dissolving.
The galaxy stretched —
a river of fire across the dark,
a silence without end.
And I was only a witness,
a breath inside eternity,
a spark within the endless whole.
It was not meant for words.
It was meant to be lived.
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