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 Oct 2014
There is a little star
Twinkling overhead
I see it from my window
As I lie upon my bed.

There are many others
Who for attention vie
But this one in particular
Lights up my blackened sky.

Some stars, they are white,
Some stars they are blue,
But this star is golden...

... and this poem is for YOU.

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 Jun 2014
Daisy C
Beaming bright from the sky
galaxies away
stars that shine all the way through
its so beautiful.
 May 2014
Amitav Radiance
The constellation of the night sky
Dotted with Asterism
Calling our attention to the mystical lights
Plotting an image on our minds
The celestial space is where minds wander*

© Amitav (Radiance)
*Asterism are pattern of stars visible in the night sky
 Apr 2014
Evergreen Pines
The luminous source of heat and light
without it nothing could be seen
for it's light is reflected off objects
our source of light and heat
it's a mass of gas:
hydrogen, and helium.
it's light comes from it's heat
our luminous sun is incandescent.
it's light travels 3x10^8 km/s
reaching us roughly 8 minutes later
it's electromagnetic waves traveling
in all directions in strait lines
bouncing off opaque objects
and refracted through translucent.
I tryed to make an educational poem, don't think it's one of my best. But I did my best, hope you guys like it.
 Apr 2014
Evergreen Pines
After dawn we look up and see the same thing,
yet what we see is completely different.
You look up and see shapes, figures.
You see masses of hydrogen helium.
You see the light from the past, possibilities.
I look up and see darkness and light,
little lights of hope fighting off the darkness.
But then I remember they're just stars.
The star that emitted the light might be dead.
I remember that nothing last forever, now I'm depressed.
You comfort me saying it still could still exist.
For a while I believe you.
Then I remember they're just stars.
You say they're not,
you say they're the key to adventure.
The spark to imagination, a path to another world.
You say they're more than just stars.
So maybe you're right.
Maybe the night stars are more than stars.
But, they're just stars,
Yet... they're not.
I couldn't get stars out of my head when I wrote this. *whispers: I had a childhood song stuck in my head as well.*

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