No one consoles them

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No voice that they are given to reply with; still, they find every way possible to inspire From this rooftop, the city lights conceal them with a thousand miles of burning fire. Muted by their very existence without ears, intentionally they listen closely to celestial stillness; it's impossible not to admire In an ocean of the blackest tears, they've wept from bearing the sadness; our consciousness reaches them like a spire. Driving to the nearest destination lacking albedo the earth's finest attire So, my beloved stars, here I am to listen to you; tell me all your fears; I will console you as long as you require

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Paige Hind

Date: 8/1/2024 7:12:00 PM

Aw, this is magical, dear A.S.! So sensitive, too...your mind is deep and glowing like the stars in your poetry! xxoo

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 8/2/2024 2:01:00 PM

Kind of sad... how many pains they listen too, but how often do we listen to theirs? Yet so many of us profess to love them :) I appreciate the feed-back you give me so often Paige!! Regards A.S.