That star too far is closest to her,
Holding inside all that memories were:
Those black and white, pretty souvenirs
Mixture of smiles, feelings and tears.
Sometimes amusing, sometimes craters or voids,
Places she visits, places she sometimes avoids.
She wonders whether to cling on or just... let it go
She questions herself, her choices, her flow.
The riddle she solved and with hope she kindled,
Her feelings and thoughts got together and mingled.
She dared, she danced on her tunes like a star
She didn't go fast but she did go far,
In the maze of her life, building tunnels of light,
In the darkness of being, her words shining bright.
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