Looking at the stars
Oh how they glow. Their beautiful light showing the way.
Oh how little can they be? How bright can they be? Just how unique can they be? What does it mean? Oh what does it mean? Will they ever go away, or will they always be there? Will they always be so beautiful, or will one day their beauty depart? Just how far does their beauty go? Just how deep does their beauty go? Will the stars always come out to scare the darkness away? Will they always come out to make a difference. Or will they find up there far away, and sit with their light shining, but never truly shining bright.
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Part of me (Poems)
PoesíaThese are random poems, that I hope can make someone feel better.
