Monday, March 13, 2017

There is a Star in the Darkness


A girl sits in the window,
Watching a city drenched in cold air.
She doesn’t know,
She’ll never know,
How it came that she was here and they were there.

The people run and walk,
They know they are safe, free.
The girl gawks,
But she can never talk,
Of this place she calls a mystery.

They call it Estrella City,
The girl calls it her heart.
Never a rotten tree,
Not in a century,
But it wasn’t always safe from the start.

Forgotten, until the girl used her eyes,
But she took it for granted.
Open to dusty skies,
It was her demise,
A new seed shall now be planted.

Now Estrella’s colors are true,
It provides shelter from the rain,
It’s the inspiration, too,
For me and you,
Now the girl sees her gain.
Her heart, full it was once not,
Her soul now a budding tree.
The girl never forgot,
Who she was, and who she ought,
She never frowned again, and never shall she.

A girl sits in the window,
Watching a city drenched in cold air.
She doesn’t know,
She’ll never know,
How it came that she was here and they were there.


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