The stars come out,
at the black of night,
shining, gleaming, so far but so bright.
I tell them my secrets, my wishes and dreams,
for they listen so well,
much better than it may seem.
telling the stars your secrets and dreams, brilliant write
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stars will always keep your secrets for you. very good poem... keep writing!