Stars
Instead of living in the depths of rain,
Look up and see the stars, tinted with grey and green.
Listen to their hum, the sound of their voices, as they lull you to sleep.
Above, they guide you,
Leading you to where you want to go and where you need to go and where you should go.
Where saltwater turns sweet and tangy,
And shivers clear the path for the new.
Yellow is there, warm,
Shining as pure as the heart.
Look, there;
Overhead, they, the stars, shine like stars, as stars do,
Vibrant and echoing through the night,
Embracing a light devotion.
Yet, they never dampen
Or fade away;
Unending as the spirit.
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