Summerstar.
They shine high and
bright (when they can be seen, and they are
mysterious.
My best nights under the stars first had
to do with friends.
The campfires during
schoolvacations and later with university friends.
I remember being in love and walking through the
dark night full of expectancy. The stars were the only
witnesses of carefull kisses (and nothing
else..LOL!).
Later the stars became a symbol for
friends far away. My stars were their days.
Now the
stars are a part of my spiritual life. They make me
aware of the peace in me, and of the relativity of my
own excistence.
A star might be big and huge but I
can see them only as tiny light dots in a dark sky.
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