if you glance at those stars above the sky,
you'll find her shining across the dark,
so much of this cosmos did she get to absorb,
so much of a mystery did she get to solve.
A ray of hope, probably a sunshine,
there it goes, scattering through the skies.
I think she knows where she has come,
she may even know where she does belong,
but you'll still see her soaring by the sky.
She could be drawing rainbows,
she could be creating rain,
maybe in a world that is far off been.
what a soulful star she is,
i could go all night in her praise.
she's one in a bazillion, but unlike them,
she stays.
-the pole star
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hidden realm || poetry
Poetrythe truth is that, i painted the sky, drew two wings, thought i could fly, but when he came by, although for a time- he taught me; the sky could be pink, yellow, orange or blue- the choice is really mine..
