Fire​

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I have a friend who loves to count stars in the sky.

He thinks,

if we could zoom into

each one of them,

we may find out how they keep the fire on,

every night.

And he thinks, if he gazes long enough,

some may come near to tell their stories,

some shy and far away;

quite a few just passing by,

and he tries listening to what they say;

hello or goodbye?

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I remember what he told me,

why he loves looking up to the night sky;

he needs all that space in between,

for his flame to find its way to burn.