The Stars of The Murk

Up in the night sky
there are a million stars
All glowing bright
without a single scar.

They’ve stayed in bunches
Of not just one or two
But grew in families
Of more than just crew.

They seem so perfect
to the naked eye
Yet with imperfections
they still survive.

Accepting each other’s fallibility
through every facade
Making nothing seem like a charade.
In all their majesty
they light up the dark blue sky.


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