Connected

Lying beneath the self same stars as another,
Basking in their glory,
Feeling the cool touch of the Earth below,
Greeting its warmth with warmth.

An old citadel of barren benches lining her thoughts,
But the garden she lies in is all she knows,
The cosmos swims before her eyes,
And she drowns in the feelings of home.

To all this person means something,
Yet not a soul knows her,
Though scattered thoughts leave her alone,
To all is she connected.

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[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

bravissima! this is really well worded and I love the image at the end. Great job, love :)