Alone on my window sill stood a jar,
Glistering with bright golden shining stars.
Countless of them, each with a name,
Love, aspirations, happiness, even fame!
I often stared at the soulless sky,
Wondering why couldn't anything stay up high?
What was so cosmic, so mysterious about it?
That nobody dared to explore the beauty of it?
And so i released the little stars,
Though fearing they would wander far...
High up i sent them to adorn the skies,
Little soulful simmering butterflies.
Love went north, aspirations down south,
Fame gilded by and happiness burst out.
The inky sky finally twinkled,
The fear of mysteries finally dwindled.
But hidden in a corner of the empty jar,
Was one of my most valuable stars.
That one star, refused to bid me good bye,
And thus became 'hope' the twinkle in my eye.
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