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Andre Lamartin

Lost Stars


Are we all just lost stars?

Incandescent and bright.

Strangers by distance, siblings by sight.

Wondrous, majestic, sources of light.

Admiring each other, but sharing a plight.

Traveling in circles, thinking in lines.

Fractious, combustible, always in flight.

Unlimited wishes, in a limited time.

Amid infinite space, a limited life.

Subject to forces bending our might.

Attracting each other, but ready to fight.

Turning, burning, glowing at night.

Divided by space

United by light.


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