The descendants of stars, we’re made of stardust
And, living at the edge of the Milky Way,
For thousands years been fighting, building, loving,
Trying to find the way to the stars again.
For phony miracles, we’re running in a mad race,
Unable to change our paths or turning back,
We don’t remember the stars’ thin rays,
We only see the ground dressed in black.
But time is coming
And the Star is rising
Shining the way you’ve never seen before.
And you recall the truth forgotten -
You and the stars are kin, by same power begotten,
And you recall what you are living for.
Star Sonnet
© Copyright: Павел Самарин, 2019
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