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Stars
May 6, 2015
I was no more than just a child
My heart still with my mother mild
When all the stars descending down
Made for the sky a starry gown.
In them I saw my future bright
When gazing at the sky at night.
With them I wanted just to soar
And never see things as before.
The moon, the stars, the air so clear
They called me more than ever here.
I dreamed myself a flying sprite
Exploring places of the night.
It was not hard for me to fly
When thoughts of death urged me the sky.
If only I could go there now,
When heavy life gives me the ground.
© Allison H., Vancouver, WA
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