STARS
Stars that glisten
Are they real or not
Quivering in chilly night air
A speck of silver dust
On a blanket of black velvet.
Gathered around midnight moon
In their hundreds
Frozen pebbles or
Diamonds flying without wings.
Reach out to touch
They appear so near
Millions of years
Away from reality.
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