Star

    I sit here, gazing at a world                                       
             so far away from me.
    So unfamiliar, and I can't help but wonder
                         Why?
     Their world so big, and me................... so small.
     How can I be significant?
     Yet, as I gaze at them, lost in their spinning orb,
     I don't understand what I see,
     A people, at war within themselves, over what?
     How many lives must be lost, before you realize
     how precious it is.
     And all I can do, is sit and watch you,
          spin,
                spin,    
                       spin,
                              spin,
                                       always spinning,
      Spinning into yourselves,
          Occasionally looking up at me,
               lighting your night sky.

      But while I make your sky beautiful,
      You make me cry.
                                  And I fall.
Richelle Robbins
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-- Richelle