Stars and Scars
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Thinking, I lay awake
Amongst twisted blankets
Tossing until I say for goodness sake
The house is solitude and quiet
I sit at the window seeking a star
But find just scars
Oh, twinkle, twinkle little star, above
Take this sorrow and let me keep the love
Long, I stay there waiting
So my star can answer
But dawn is breaking and night is fading
And all the birds call with their chatter
It is morning, it is morning, oh bliss
Give star a kiss
Sun is peaking through the emerald trees
And here comes the sweet morning breeze
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April 21, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Stars and Scars
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, Premiere Contest Number 2
sponsor, A Skat, Judged
Fifth Place
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Submitted to the contest, Second Place Only II
sponsor, Laura Loo (Premiere Contest) Judged
Second Place
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Written for the contest, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
sponsor, Kelly Deschler, Judged 05/2015
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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