The Star Poem by Ludovik Celaj

Little white smoke

on the Blue Dome

with curly depended

that embroidered sky

perhaps one star

there hidden above

drunk with his radiation

tracking through blinding

with the golden sun

with his eyes blind

let it shine above that

that perhaps it is

star of destiny between us

he was calling his twins

to gather all in black night

only for those who hint

Their sighting up

wishes to simply tell

for a lucky own life.