Stars, beautiful minute beings resting on a dim medium
more adored when shining in redundance and creating realizations and mystery
favored by humans and all creatures around,
asked by philosophers, studied by astronomers
they're glamoured, heeded and respected by nature
the days would hide them but the nights adores and brags them
it's like a woman dazzled with fame and recognition,
like a man that owns power and soil, like a priest that preaches
and like a God that hears and answers prayers silently.
Stars are part of this mysterious nature,
they take parts on the creation and foresetting guidance
they are the shouting witnesses of the great but tainted past.
Oh how I wish I could reach them as simple as I look at them in a mirage,
In innocent and impossible illusions
I wish they could speak with voices, to lead advices for those living with opened eyes but lightless path.
Stars are magic, and so the cosmos and the universe alike
they are too.. are part of this malignant and silent nature.
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