Deep into the night a thought awoke
Who am I? A little voice spoke?
Afraid of myself hiding beneath the sheets
Staring at the stars glaring at me...
So many stars out there
Each ever so bright
Does one fear the other ones light?
Are they feeling less coz the moons out there?
Or each one is beautiful in its own stead?
My own path lit
With the beauty of the sky
My inner spark awoke
Watching the night sky.
~ A Storyteller
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