The Stars Call
The darkness of the night
make stars shine so very bright.
It calls the name of the ones who are loved.
The family of the ones in sorrow.
The family of the ones who died in war.
The family of all who are good in this world.
The stars call them all,
except the one most important to the heart inside.
No, the stars didn’t call the name of mine.
Copyright © Lillian Lam | Year Posted 2019
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