The Stars

A million glimmering pinpricks

Dots of shining hope stark against the evil blackness.

With their own worlds and peoples

Looking back at us

A million glimmering pinpricks

Each a life lived, a life spent

Colors in multitudes,

life not monochrome

A million glimmering pinpricks

The thoughts and minds of millions, billions, trillions.

Scattered like flour on a baker’s desk

A million glimmering pinpricks

The stars.

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