Every evening the sun falls and slams into the horizon. Light turns to dark. Droplets of tears hidden behind the blue day sky begin to appear as thousands and thousands of shimmering stars, forming a stream. The tale of a star is only unveiled to gazing eyes, patiently track her journey. Their mysteries are forever hidden from indoor eyes, busy eyes, eyes that see yet quickly forget - indifferent eyes. At the break of dawn a wave of energy sweeps the little stars away; faded and forgotten until night rises once more. The cycle is constant, never ending, eternal.
But today the sun died. The splendor of the stars will hang, not with joy, but shyly and with great sorrow.
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Twinkle twinkle little star
Posted by
bitingtravels
on Monday, January 14, 2008
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