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Count the stars and
know,
never are you
through.
The more starlight gathered,
the more you know it's true.
That when a star is
dying,
slipping from the Heavens
above,
while the other stars
are sighing
for the brilliance they so love--
when someone
dearly cherished
is gone in a blinding
flash...
there can be found
the twinkle bright
of newborn light,
or Phoenix--rising
from its ash.
By Joe DiMino who retains all rights. |