stars
BY APRIL SMITH
infinite points of light
cling to the cold sky
as they dance above the earth
on the merry-go-round
of the universe
they are at play
what will they be?
a bear? a lion? a hero of old?
on the merry-go-round
of the universe
finite minds of the earth do wonder
our eyes cling to the stars above
as they dance above the earth
on the merry-go-round
of the universe
we are at play
what will we be?
scientists? astronomers? explorers of the old?
forever studying the merry-go-round
of the universe
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