The silence of the nights
Have made me who I am
Yes, I speak with great delight
No, I’m not one of them
Yes, I am not perfect
This is how I’m supposed to be
If there is such a person
I sure would like to see
Yes, my colours are different
My thoughts can light a fire
My veins breathe uneasy
My blood is full of desire
If I had a chance to choose
To be in someone’s shoe
I would gladly toss that chance away
I would never want to be you
The sky is full of beaming stars
There is no star like me
Without me this universe
Would then so empty be

I love this!
I am not perfect
I don’t claim to be.
I have an amazing impact on this world
Read my blog and see
that without me, there would be
a pitiful, peaceful, pastel sun
shining down pathetically!
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You are a bit like all the rest
Since we all came from the same nest.
But every part of who you are
contains a tiny bit of star
and its patterns
make you
in certain views
certainly
the best.
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Brilliant!
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The silence of the nights takes me on imperfect flights
rising high above the heavens
how high I must sore
to find the perfect balance
between the lands and the shores
in my imagination
I find that perfect dream
running wild and free
for in that reality
there is no one like me.
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