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Here is another poem I wrote in the early 90's. I was a little depressed.

Star
Bright as a diamond in the sky
so many wish upon you
not knowing that their hopes and dreams
never will come true.

For star, you hold a secret.
and I'm one of the few who know.
Your light that now shines high above
is from a million years ago.

Back then, people wished on stars and
their desires granted.
For the sky was filled with power then
and each star was enchanted.

But that was very long ago
when the world believed in magic.
But the believers began to fade and the results
became quite tragic.

You go ahead and wish
upon that star like I used too,
but I've learned a wish on a burned out star
never will come true.
Dawn 1993