Worlds light

I have a little star, hiding in my hand. My only light, in a world of darkness. The

living hope, of every living creature. Forgotten by my dying world. A simple

friend, to me. More important, than all the symbolism, others want to mention

and impose, on my little star.

We explore the darkness together. Looking for the hidden hope, still

living on. Sometimes we reach out, for the individuals balancing, on the edge,

of life and destruction.

Chaos and order stay within reach for us. Two sides of the same coin.

Partners, as much as they are opposites. Like me and my little star. Because I

am the night sky, holding the worlds light, in my hands.

By: Fatima Drott

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