The stars above look fuzzy;
Little un-neat pools of light.
They are lacking definition,
But they always shine so bright.
They look like spots of magic,
Floating far off in the sky,
Shining bright light down upon us,
Leaking comfort when we cry.
And their lack of definition,
Is because you can’t define
The power of a guiding light
That’s with you over time.
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Daily Poem #838
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