Stars:
A shiny dot in the sky.
I see it twinkle. Why?
I look up seeing the beautiful light.
Saying "Oh my what a sight!"
The dots in the sky.
You see millions up high.
Sometimes the clouds come.
Now I can't see some.
The stars represent my dreams.
All I want in life can be seen.
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The Little Stories of Life
PoetryA book about poems of life for me and what goes around for me. Poems aren't really my thing but I guess I will try give it a try and write some.
