The Stars Inside – Not Shaken But Stirred

I believe this is the first time I’ve reposted a poem. From a blog I just discovered today, via David Kanigan.

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Are the stars out tonight?

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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