-Stars-

Burning in the night sky
Tiny as the fireflies
Blinking lights in chorus
Twinkling down at us

And reaching out to them
Are my desperate hands
Tracing fingers on the tiny gems
Poured in the dark sands

Will I burn if I touch?
Though dust I am and not much
But thoughts of concern that cross my mind
Like me are too painted blind!

The Gypsy

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