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 * __There are Stars.. and then there are Stars__**

City lights Lamps in a celestial village Gleaming bright in the blackest night are stars

Tucked away in a cradle an ancient, brown cradle, paint peeling green coins, sketches only of stars are stars

Living stars, little alive stars leaf green, like they should be, (is there a should? I do not think so) emerald blood in their veins with unreal points, like a child's little drawing are stars

Not high above but here below Not celestial, yet enchanted For what but magic could have shaped these little stars? Not queens, but nymphs, polished with nature's cloth to a glossy sheen hiding away in the tree are stars