The Stars
As I stand here staring at the star-studded sky
They twinkle above me brightly in tbe dark night
Teasing me, reminding me of their beauty
Making sure I know I can never fly as high
I can never touch the stars no matter how hard I try
They wink at me, asking me to come join them
Knowing I cannot
But as my despair takes hold of me
I remember
I have the ability to love, to be loved
I can feel pain, trust, happiness, peace
I have freedom
I have so many things that the stars will never know
And I hold them close, for they are the joys in life.
A Painting
An image comes to mind
Trees over a sunny path
Mountains over misty lands
Or perhaps a rolling sea.
Before the image fades away
A pencil draws lightly
A quick sketch
On the blank page.
The brush wets down the paper
For a softening effect
To blend the colors
Soon to cover teh page.
The brush now moves to paint
Covering the vast spaces
Now moving to realistic details
Slowly, the painting comes to life.
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