Array ( [sid] => 185195 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Star Without Ears [time] => 2018-06-14 02:27:16 [hometext] => Who hasn/'/t lifted thier voice to the heavens at least once? [bodytext] => When I sang to you and coyotes,
not caring if I was in tune,
I hoped you would hear my story,
and make me a little room.

Thirty-six cycles around,
and the star I sang to that night,
has given me not a sound,
illumined nary a sight.

Maybe that baby Nietzsche,
stumbled onto the finest point;
that a billion miseries matter
only to us on this rotating joint. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 82 [topic] => 7 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - A Star Without Ears


A Star Without Ears
Date: Thursday, 14th June 2018 @ 02:27:16 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno
When I sang to you and coyotes,
not caring if I was in tune,
I hoped you would hear my story,
and make me a little room.

Thirty-six cycles around,
and the star I sang to that night,
has given me not a sound,
illumined nary a sight.

Maybe that baby Nietzsche,
stumbled onto the finest point;
that a billion miseries matter
only to us on this rotating joint.

This poem is Copyright © invierno


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