The Stars
Rush, rush,rush
like a neverendingflow of stars
too bright! too bright
pains to continue
We start to miss the stars
and see only the rush.
Wasted beauty
hurt time
Give room to slow down the river
in order to remember again
what each star is worth
Only lasts a twinkle
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