To let my imagination run free,
With my creativity,
To join together,
And become stars forever.The stars shine light,
To make everything bright, during the silent night.But fire can be a liar,
Screaming beauty at me,
but when I touch its fiery flames,
It gets tangled with my stars.Oh, my stars my stars,
Are now all gone
Gone they went, floating to the sky,
And that's how the stars, started to collideNow my stars are there,
Transformed to fire
So which will it be?
The stars, or the fire?By: Me
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Fire or stars?
PoetryA few poems based on how I feel at the moment. So which will it be: the fire or my curiosity?