The Star


Left out in the cold,
She watched as the golden light
Disappeared into the never ending sky.
The brightest of lights flew across her view,
Like a thought quickly coming and going in one's mind.
She quickly followed;
Curious of this bright light.
She couldn't get ahold of it,
As it was rushing out of sight.
Suddenly, it stopped.
Taking her chance,
She trapped the star
And was never seen again.

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