The Stars Are Precious

They can't come near to us.
The Stars are very precious.
They twinkle at clear night,
can't see them in daylight.
we weave a story of heaven,
with the tale of stars seven.
The Warrior Star keeps vigil,
the day's light breaks until.
The milky ways, make our dream.
While sleeping, our grief they trim.
They can't come down to us.
The stars are very precious.

poem by Nilakshi Das
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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