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Stars-Beacon of hope
My tears fell in my cupped palms-
warm and glistening;
I threw them at the heavens
and they became stars...
Perhaps, every star is a tear
of someone
glimmering in the night sky,
reminding us that
in the darkest hours of despair,
our pain and fears
can turn into beacons of hope;
illuminating our paths,
guiding us,
forging us into toughened
and resilient warriors...
Reiterating with their perpetual presence
the stars symbolize
that our struggles and sufferings
can metamorphose into something beautiful,
something powerful-
prompting us
to soldier on...no matter what
warm and glistening;
I threw them at the heavens
and they became stars...
Perhaps, every star is a tear
of someone
glimmering in the night sky,
reminding us that
in the darkest hours of despair,
our pain and fears
can turn into beacons of hope;
illuminating our paths,
guiding us,
forging us into toughened
and resilient warriors...
Reiterating with their perpetual presence
the stars symbolize
that our struggles and sufferings
can metamorphose into something beautiful,
something powerful-
prompting us
to soldier on...no matter what
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