The Boy Who Ran With the Stars
There once was a boy who ran with the stars.
Stardust gathered in his hair and fell into his eyes, making them glisten
as he streaked across the heavens- Aimlessly and lazily
meandering through heavenly bodies, not much different from his own.
As they moved about one another, and through one another, and knew one another,
Sending colorful showers onto our feeble heads in the hopes that
they will make us dance as they do
to the rhythm of some all consuming and omnipresent whisper of music.
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