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Questions
What's the beginning?
A sunrise?
A flower budding?
Or tears, saying goodbye.
To start again, afresh.
To walk a new path of life.
The end?
A full moon?
A shooting star?
Or a fading smile.
Hands held and a final breath.
Closing to curtains to life forever.
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The Stars in my Hands
PoetryThe stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien
