The wandering stars illuminating the sky
Magnificent light-bearers
Benevolently showing the path for others
When darkness overcomes the blue sky
Brave stars shine in the dark canopy
Carrying the weight of destiny
Projecting peace and serenity
Bringing hope when despair grows
Shying away from accusatory stares
When people seek to find a culprit in their sorrows
Not realizing that the night brings out the stars
As guides for those who strive to advance on their pathway
Refusing to let their blindness get in the way
And so are the dark times meant
To show their hidden strength and power
If only they allowed themselves to unleash
The might residing in their core
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Bahora Saitova
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Bahora Saitova
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