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Jul 30
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NiñaEstrella

The stars and I

It is the end and the beginning.
It is the stars that are guiding 
Us now, and no longer the sun.
The sun was bright but it was
Worried, it was tired,
And so it fell, and the stars
Came. And they beckoned to me, 
So I followed,
While the sun looked on,
Jealous of the life we will
Build together, the stars and I.

We will build a waterfall of newfound energy
And while it flows 
(Which is eternity)
We will fall down it
As the word cascading falls
From our lips
And I will smile
And so will she.

The stars are my mother,
So I follow them home,
Tripping on tiptoe to tantalous tips
Of whipped cream spires on
Our palace,
Which is where I will rest
As the stars caress my face,
And so does the sun.
For I won't leave her behind,
She will wave to me from
My old self.
Goodbye,
She whispers with tears in 
Her eyes.

But I don't cry.
This isn't forever,
I blow a kiss to the wind,
And she blows one right back,
Holding mine tight.
I know.
My love, it's alright
To leave me behind.

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Posted: 07.30.20
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  1. Alessandra G.
    Jul 31, 2020

    This is such a beautiful, whimsical poem. When I read it, your words took me on a journey. That is an amazing skill to have!

    Alessandra Giragos

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  1. NiñaEstrella
    Jul 31, 2020

    Wow, thank you! This meant a lot!

    “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
    ― Oscar Wilde

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