I love gazing at the star's
Admiring how beautifully they we're created
Like they we're painted
It is the loneliness
That takes me back to how your eyes twinkled at the sight of star's
I love the star's
But
In as much as I love the star's
I can't help but be envious
Of the brightest star
It is on dark days like these
I wish I was the brightest star
So I can be the first thing you notice
Every night you look at the sky.
_Tao
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Emotions In Word's
Poetrywords better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poe...
