The Astral monologue

Silver linings pinned to the wall. Faded stars peeling like cracked paint. The moon has fallen, limp in a dusty corner. Only the sun is missing. It shone on too many tragedies. It shone on too many realities. Alas, let’s not forget the clouds powdered on the floor. A grainy residue which glitters and litters. 

Author's Note

Does this consist as poetry? I never know...

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like this alot...Pen on...:)..................