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The Stars Of Old

The wave of cloud rushes over the blue-sand beach of the sky.
The earth-bed below turns slightly grey with the coming of the wave.
Ice rocks are thrown to the earth-bed far beneath,
and the water around the earth-bed creatures becomes a deathly cold.
The earth-bed creatures look……..

Above, Above, Above, the grey.
Above the deathly cold
Where burning bright, (what a sight,) the red and white yellow
of the stars of old.

The wave of cloud rushes away
towards another earth bed.
Sun-rays are being thrown,
to the bed we speak of now.
These rays are thrown from far away…….

Above, Above, Above the blue,
Above the living warmth.
Where burning bright,(what a sight,)
the red and yellow of the stars of old.


© 1998 Marisela W.
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