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Spacious Skies
I float away.
As the world does not want me to stay.
I am a reject.
The one that gets ejected.
The air rushes against me.
Giving me the feeling of being free.
The stars twinkle
as the asteroids in the belt mingle.
I am in this empty void.
Staring blankly at the pitch black.
No longer in the pack.
The peace is ear-piercing
but immersing.
The enchanting white of the Milky Way looks as if it sparkles.
The sun always illuminating as if spreading its glorious phoenix wings.
The shooting stars racing past
to show off its striking tail.
The best part of all are the nebulae.
The wondrous nebulae.
From gentle twilight
to warm orange.
The rare tie dye
of this dark vast sky.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers

Thank you, The Poisonous Innamorata for giving me this great topic. biggrin
Note: This is also not part of the last 10 poems before reaching the 100th poem.