When I was a child
I would gaze at the stars,
sitting at my window
for endless hours.
When my eyes grew heavy,
the stars turned to fire,
and the sky burned brightly
as I fell into brilliant dreams.
As I grew older, life got harder.
Raindrops would mist the window,
until the sky was no longer clear
and the stars began to fade.
The older I became
the less magic I saw.
And then one day I realised,
it was not just the stars that were fading.
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Thoughts Of A Star Gazer
RandomA poem on growing up. {wonderful cover by Books4Life15}