Saturday, February 12, 2011

The First Star

The first star is never bold.
It appears from nowhere, like a tear,
And it shimmers only slightly.
The first star is never bold.
It sneaks upon the dusk,
Quiet and unannnounced.
It's strength--where does it come from--
I wonder, as I make a wish,
Yet another wish
Upon this shy celestial part of
The early evening sky.

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