My Stars
I lie on the cold,
Frosty and sparkling ground
As I gaze wistfully at them,
Those burning,
Magnificent stars,
Longing to be with them
And become one with them,
The beauties of the night;
I fall asleep
As they twinkle a lullaby to me,
Making me dream of better skies;
The constellations dance with me
As I twirl in the chilly air
On numbing bare feet;
Their brilliant lights
Shine a disco ball
All around me
Until I fall dizzy,
Laughing and giggling,
My energy temporarily restored;
My stars love me
And care for me
As they help me see
Beyond the fear of the darkness;
My stars are my own.
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