The Dimming Of A Constellation

by Love   Sep 11, 2017



Underneath,
The wrinkles of my skin,
Softly lies,
A blanket of stars.

Each one waiting to be,
Quietly unwrapped;
Methodically wished upon,
By heavenly hands.

The kind that used to love me,
So very long ago.

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  • 2 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    We all grow older but I like to stay young inside. To me that is the beauty. Beautiful written and add to my favorite. All the best.

  • 2 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    What a wonderful piece. Very relatable to a lot of people. We all age on the outside but inside we remain young so you still want to be unwrapped and loved by loving hands no matter how old you get. A sensitive and poignant piece with a very apt title. Milly x

  • 2 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    This is beautifully written, Love! I am not sure if its parental love you are speaking about, but so very long ago appears to me that way. I, for one, would want to be loved again with the love that I felt when I was young with my grandparents. A beautiful message, as only true love can unfold the beauty within each person. As they say, true love always brings out the best in us.

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