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| The Star | 1:43am tuesday, 29th october |
In the night, the stars they fell,
we picked them up when morning came;
one we found had tales to tell,
of riches, heroes, doom, and fame.
"I was once a mortal, know,"
he spoke to us in rhythms blue.
"Tell us, then, of that ago,"
questioned I, "how you are you?"
"Place me back into the night,
lift me up that I may fly,"
said he words that shone with light,
"I need breathe of open sky."
Climbed we up the mountain heights,
and handed up the fallen bright,
but such the shine did he ignite,
our questions flew from asking's sight.
I cannot tell, and neither you,
if what I speak is lie or true.
But ask yourself if any star
has ever been where daydreams are?
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 Tina | 11:19pm tuesday, 29th october |
| i thought that was really good i liked it it was cute |
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 Andrew | 4:17pm thursday, 31st october |
| I love this poem |
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