poetry

LITTLE STAR HAS A STORY

When the sky turns dark and the night gets cold
I’ll be the flickering light in that little star of gold
You stare at it every night, waiting for a story to be told
Little star, a bit shy, a bit nervous but never too bold
You wait, sometimes you get tired, sometimes you get bored
And you keep waiting and then wonder what mystery does she hold
And you keep waiting till you hit the threshold
Little star has a story to be told
Alas, that story will never be sold

                                                                                                                                -Hajar
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