MAKE ME A STAR
Make me a little
star
And fling it to the
spheres,
So that I may swing
Always round thee.
I might see thy face
Atleast for a while,
During thy royal
course
Around the globe
sometimes.
There I shall remain
Gazing all the time,
Poised in orbit
Assigned by your
will;
Burning all the time
Diminishing the
fire,
To fall a shooting
star
As my last offer.
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