About The Stars....

when you become a
star
you cannot refuse
what stars do

you shine
the trees become hands wanting to have you

you glow in the middle of a dark night
the fireflies worship you

but you too must know
that stars do not really last that long

some fall
and sad people wish upon them

and then
they are gone...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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