Stars
I open the window looking at the sky,
I once was said nice shiny people lived there...
they told me their name was stars.
Tonight they come from up there to me ,
closer and closer to my room.
And whilst I’m still amazed of their brightness ,
the biggest of them all
from the end of their infinitive line,
comes into my room
and he opens his hand in front of me...
my thoughts all crumble up
I can’t think with that friendly and dazzling light,
but there’s no need to think any more...
he gets my hand and brings me with him ...
The stars are here, and I’m with them
I now know how it is to don’t have thoughts,
because I’m happy, because they smile,
I’m happy because they’re friendly,
I’m happy because its a great dream, one I would never have liked to wake up... and keep flying with my stars.
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Stars
PoetryThis poem talks about a girl in her bedroom at night and she discoveres the secret of the mysterious and friendly stars... read to know more!