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Count the stars and know,
never are you through.
The more starlight gathered,
the more you know it's true.
That when a star is dying,
slipping from the Heavens above,
while the other stars are sighing
for the brilliance they so love--
when someone dearly cherished
is gone in a blinding flash...
there can be found
the twinkle bright
of newborn light,
or Phoenix--rising from its ash.
By Joe DiMino who retains all rights. |