Interstellar

A Poem by ɴᴏɪʀ ネス

Fortunate to see, hear, and think
Gazing at the infinite sky
Craters to the rock
Dry if it were to dream
Where the eclipse meets
Red Moon

© 2026 ɴᴏɪʀ ネス

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Added on January 13, 2026
Last Updated on January 13, 2026

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ɴᴏɪʀ ネス

NYC, NY

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To think is freedom's equivalent I would like to enjoy that peace For it is my passion more..