Stars

A
little
bit of glowing light,
in the
O

so
black
ocean of night,
for us
is

no
great
ray of hope.
Dots
of

a
white
fleet, to help
us cope
&

be
at ease,
cannot brighten
without
a

sun
to lead
the fleet of stars
from dusk
to

a
dawn in
which the darkness
of despair
is

as
mere as
each glowing spot
of night
is.

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