[ I'll marvel in the light of the stars,
The great constellations.
Eventually everything fades.
One day, they'll be gone.
And a set of new stars will rise to fill their seats.
But today, the darkness of our time,
Is swallowing up stars, so fast for us to bear.
'So take my hand, please!'
'And let's shine together.'
For we are the stars of our time. ]
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The Stars in my Hands
PoetryThe stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien
