Bill Cantrell - Stars

Many faces have the stars.
Their light is their voice,
they shout,
“Here we are”!
One goes falling
from its place.
Its voice must extinguish,
along with its face.
In a last shout with brilliance;
A prayer in the night.
It praises its maker
And then shuts its eyes.

Bill Cantrell

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