of all the stars
in the sky
I reach for the one
way up high
like the berries
at the top of the tree
the highest dreams
are waiting for me
I stretch to the heavens
My eyes bright with hope
but some things are impossible
how do you cope?
the stars shimmer
with happy light
meretricious glare,
seeming right
I long for the love
that they promise to hold
but they lie from on high
and leave me cold.
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