Burning star

Burning star short poem

I am the burning star
the beacon you have been looking for
I will show you the way, every day
and I will never complain
just burn all day, every day
give away my light
so that you can see
what it means to be
a burning star

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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Such a simple yet meaningful piece of writing.. @zyborg great work as expected.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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This is true. Stars burn ultimately to consume itself, into a blackhole. A person in the same way would be martyr. Nice poem.

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