I'm tired.
It's quiet.
The moon barely breaks through the fog.
I see a star.
It glows and twinkles and winks, I like to think it's just for me.
How many little children wished on that star tonight?
I hope it gives them hope.
The star that's just a blazing rock.
It's already gone, but not yet, we can still see.
Yes, the star gave us hope.
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A Collection of Poems
PoesíaA description can say a lot, and it can say a little; so can a poem. Guess you'll just have to find out what it's gonna say.
