for c.J.
I like stars
how beautiful are they
hanging on the
heavens
i wish i have their
brilliance
i see the most beautiful star
one night
falling to the ground
where i stand
as i am just one of those
ordinary men
i am sometimes uncertain of
what to say
i am a step now higher
to my little stair of
happiness
stars fall sometimes
but always for a reason
now, another star becomes like us
we are inspired by reason
stars always fall out
for a reason and we learn
to tiptoe on the paths
where weeds begin to wilt.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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