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Star   Stories

                                            Akash   Palrecha   2017B4A30559P

                                                    A   cosmic   solace,
                                                      is   what   I   seek,
                                                  in   an   abandoned   star,
                                                    Above   the   creek,
                                                   that   runs   its   course,
                                                 through   stranger   lands,
                                                   of   hidden   treasures,
                                                   and   forgotten   sands.

                                                      Sands   that   by,
                                                   some   happenstance,
                                                  missed   Civilization's
                                                     curious   glance.
                                                     and   thus   virgin,
                                                    golden   and   bare,
                                                   they   still   may   have
                                                     secrets   to   share.

                                                     Secrets   that   are
                                                  whispered   from   afar,
                                                   To   the   fading   moon,
                                                    or   a   shining   star,
                                                    and   thus   we   have,
                                                  constellations   above,
                                               knowing   something   of   loss,
                                                 and   something   of   love.

                                                    So   you   will   hear,
                                                     the   Orion*   say,
                                                    "Love   is   always,
                                                   a   long   way   away.   "
                                                 and   I   know   in   my   heart,
                                                      It   is   not   a   lie,
                                               Forever   he's   been   chasing   it
                                                     across   the   sky.

                                                       But   I   guess,
                                                Seeking   a   cosmic   solace,
                                                    would   be   wrong,
                                                    For   stars   are   not,
                                                     where   I   belong.
                                                  something   about   me,
                                                       tells   me   so,

                                                  For   I   am   a   stray   bird;




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