Like ink spreads on paper
the stars spread across the sky
I reach out
as though to grab them
but alas
they are untouchable
for a kid like me
I try
to stand taller
and brush them 
with my fingertips
but alas
they are untouchable
I long for the feeling
of touching light itself
and letting stars
sit softly in my palm
but alas
they are untouchable



15 years old

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