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If stars were not made of bright, gaseous flame, what might they be? Illuminate me.
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Pyrus in Poetry & Free Verse

starlight song

in sixteen dreams i saw your words

morph into a silent song,

and fifteen second glances led

them back to right where we belong.

in fourteen paper planes i flew

my heart to you with hope and fear,

and thirteen pieces of my broken

soul told me that love was near.

in twelve rays of brilliant light

that mirrored off your splendid eyes

eleven thoughts like burning birds

flew graceful across darkened skies.

with ten whispered words you told me,

“wait and watch the fire bright!”

and nine whole minutes crumbled

in the fingertips of dancing light.

eight fiery pieces of your

broken heart you gave to me.

seven sang a song of loss

to blue jays on the hanging tree.

six and there was none but

you and i in time and space.

five whole minutes, “wait,” you said,

then let our fingers burn like lace.

in four dark nights we burnt to life,

we burnt to death ’til we were free.

three star lights, they led the way

to for evermore for you and me.

thus, two lost souls united here and

sparked the flame of freedom bright

and one charred flake of stardust floated

smoldering into the night.

I am 21 years or older.