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it seemed the stars were weeping
keening at thier loss
cursing the distance
between themselves
set adrift in milky fog
they wept and wept and wept
tears came cascading down
covering me in thier grief.
astonished, i held out my hands
as if catching
thier falling sadness
would take away mine.
it came to me then
that the twinkly gods
were not really crying.
there were no drops
of heavenly water
laying about
or gracing my hands.
it was my own tears i saw
bitter and salty,
surely nothing like
that which stars would produce.
no, tears of stars would be magical
pure and true
i knew then that i cried FOR the stars.
not with them.
for they in their suspended beauty
no naught of life as we do
and catching my breath
stopped transfixed
gaze rivited to that one falling star.
perhaps stars
being unable to cry
simply cast themselves into oblivion,
never to be seen again.
i am a falling star
tonight i couldn't cry
i don't want to disappear...
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