As a child
I have raised my hands
And held stars
Within my tiny palms!
But I now know
With passing time
That such a thing is impossible
And so I now stand alone
All alone
Bereft of my starry companions!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A sad, nostalgic truth. If only we could keep that magic of childhood alive...I very much enjoyed reading this poem!