I am born out of a star
A shiny little dot
Illuminating the sky
Guiding me here on Earth
Lighting up my way
Wherever I may walk
Wherever I may be
Like a mother
Watching over me
Can I pluck it out of the sky?
Can I reach there?
Can I hold it?
Can I play in its lap?
Not now
When I die
I’ll be going home
Back to the star
Death may sound cruel
But it is really a trip
Homecoming

I love this Frank!!
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Thank you, Tara.
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Is it cruel when we’ve had enough though?
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I loved this.
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Nice
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heart touching poetry !last three lines awesome!!loved it!
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So very well written! I loved the part where you ask the questions, ‘can I pluck it out of the sky?.. can I hold it?..’ Had a lot of emotions, loved it!
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