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blue star

written in childhood

This blue star
Is very far.
It's very dark night.
I see stars' light.
The Moon is big and round
And I see sleeping ground.
I go on the road
And gaze at it.
The beauty of the night
Is so, so bright.
I very, I so like
to dance in the sky.
This dark stars' dome
Is my soul's home.
I take deep breath
With easy wind-breeze,
But i don't see
This beatiful sea
I only hear around
The breaker's sound.