Will you pick me a star?
Just one out of billions.
Name the star after me.
This is but a dream, mine.
The stars are falling.
Burning as they travel.
The night sky lights up.
A shooting star streaks.
Each time a star falls,
Is a baby being born?
When we die are we placed,
to be among the stars?
Eyes locked on the night sky.
I see beauty beyond awesome.
Like diamonds on black velvet.
Stars bright, night stars.
The bright lights of a city.
Over shadow the stars above.
But in the open countryside,
No city lights, only stars.
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
A Nursery rhyme still shinning.
Timeless and precious a diamond.
Stars shinning down from heaven.
The night canvas comes alive.
Look up and praise God.
Sprinkles of stars twinkle.
Diamonds of the night sky.
By. C.E. Pereira
(14-5-2016)
HoneyGwhiz 
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