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                                THE BLUE STAR

                                Maybe itís far beyond the sky
                                where nothing actually is around
                                and no matter how hard you try,
                                itís a huge miracle to be found.

                                Maybe itís hidden in a grove,
                                or just forgotten in endless fields,
                                or sleeps in mountains far above
                                carefully sheltered by magic shields.

                                Maybe itís kept deep in a sea,
                                discreetly guarded by shoals of fish
                                that wait for you to come and see--
                                at least to close eyes and make a wish.

                                Maybe itís just in front of you
                                among these words here that make a rhyme;
                                so, you should read a strophe or two.
                                Donít be impatient--take your time!

                                All I know is that you must find
                                the bright, blue star that you should follow.
                                Donít be afraid!  Donít stay behind!
                                It leads to shiny, new tomorrow...

                               Dragana Konstantinovic
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