What a lot of stars
in the sky tonight.
I'd like to stretch out my hand
to take one of them,
keep it in the palm
and watch it shine.
I'd listen to it singing
the songs of the sky,
telling the stories
of the faraway stars
and at the end
I'd offer it a smile
to thank it for coming
asking it to take up above
a tear of joy.
26.1.'15
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