Bright star, burning cold
Tell me the story of the world
Were you there at the start?
Did you watch us blink at the morning light;Or are you new too?
Did you know us from the start; or just long enough to see us rip each other apart?
North Star, blue star, faraway star burning endlessly.
Do you ever feel like a too short candle in a too long night?
I wonder about your race to the finish
Is it the toiling journey that keeps your flames burning high?
Or are you waiting to collapse on yourself in your final farewell.
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Poems About Life
PoetryPoems. These are my thoughts about things that have happened to me in my life.
