A Lonely Star

A Lonely Star There is a very cold winter time. The streets are filled with snow, A lonely star's shining in the sky. I'm looking at her from my home. The city's awaking from the gloom. People scarring to and fro, and shout. I'm quite comfortable in my room. The star is luring me out. How can she see me from afar? And why she's lingering so long? Perhaps she is my guiding star. It'll be a pity if I'm wrong. She wants to quit the heaven's shelf, To warm up in the bed of mine. (Being sad and lonely like myself). I'll gladly give her bread and wine. valentin savin