Stars
The stars are lovely, priceless gems,
Glimmering like a knife.
They burn, and blink, and show us all,
The path into our life.
And when we die,
The stars, they cry
And fall upon the ground.
They show us the way,
On our dying day,
To them Forever bound
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2009
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