I believe this is the first time I’ve reposted a poem. From a blog I just discovered today, via David Kanigan.
Is it gloomy or bright?
Should I believe in a wish
Or not strive for true bliss?
My star is plastic, pointy and hard
Reminding me always to be on guard
No night is soft, the air turns cold
Just like this star that I firmly hold
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