Stories in the Stars
Truth everlasting as night turns to dawn,
The stars peek out to dance on the pond.
Reflecting the weary, healing the meek,
Spinning and weaving a story incomplete.
Follow the tale and the travelers that dance,
Seeking out virtue and romance and chance
As leaping twixt pinpoints of light in the sky,
Their stories are infinite and they’ll never die.
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