What would the well staring at the sky, ask the stars?
How does it feel to be set free?
To float amidst dark blue skies, heavenly?
To stare down from miles, into lives, lonely?
To know every secret and yet let it be?
To fight to get closer to the moon, lovely!
To disappear each morning to the sun, at hours, wee?
To brighten every night, by burning selflessly...
And end up being nothing - just forgotten debris?
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