Stars - Poem by Aminat Opatola
In the dark night, here comes the little stars making the face of heaven so fine and the world falling to the beauty it brings around the scary night.
Alas! The garish sun is gone as its beauty hallows out of heaven with the sweetness of love and caresses it contains.
In its cyclic beauty, children dwell in its form as those lads and lass counts enjoyingly bringing merriments to their sparkled faces.
Stars are lights in which spirits are born, through souls it sets in darkness and rise in perfect tiny lights, children loved the night stars bringing no fearful moments fond by the willing scary night.
Stars are the illusion of permance as it flares in the night and crave around heaven like tiny ants in its pebble hole.
They are transcient, fleeting things that twinkles like fire flies and vanish into cold and dust as the day breaks
stars are permanent to nature, silently watching the world as it stands infinitely in the meadows of heaven.
It is like trees in the forest, so alive as it awaits safe guilding those believe in its magic
They're like brightest angels, those mortal flickers that flashes at night and fades in the morning.
The dark is here as those who believes in its wonders and magic of goodluck waits for the shooting stars to make a wish.
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