In every soul
There is a star
That's shining even from afar
To guide a traveller on his way
Through night and through the weary day
Its core is made of love
And dust
Invisible to most of us
Yet vital to the poor lost man
Who's wandering without a backup plan
Not knowing he himself's the hand
To hold the world
The sea, the land
And every universal strand.
The star, the traveller
You are
And
I am.
The star
© Copyright: Маира Мэй, 2020
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