Stars - Poem by Amelia Patterson
The cold, winter night sky;
A warming blanket provided by God.
Wink at me,
With a silent delight.
I can only stare in wonder,
At beings beyond my reach.
This floor upon which I stand,
Keeps me, from smelling
In which a mere thought twists reality.
Truth and false truth mix,
In which we inhabit.
There, upon the light,
I can truly find with certainty,
What keeps stars warm,
As they stare into
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