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She is a star
I thought I was dreaming
When I stared at her
Even if I wasn’t
I thought she was at higher level than i
Not of how she wears,
Not of how she moves
Not how she takes
Yet of how she looks, beautiful
I saw a star
No, not at the atmosphere
I mean here on earth
That’s what I told my friends and
Laugh at me to hell
Yet, that was before they saw her
She is a star,
So bright that even a blind man
Can tell she’s bright
So bright to my life,
Future, everything I do,
The love I have to her
So bright to me even at night and
Became confused and forget
Which is a star and which is her
But, she’s much more than any star
For she don’t wait for night
To shine at me
She don’t stand still and
Wait for tomorrow
I entitle her a star
For I can distinguish which is a star,
Which is a lady
If she not both,
Then she remain a star to me
mr.nice
poem
by
Stephen Raseona
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