When the sparkling star goes back home
There is true happiness for there so many
Gifts,joy and love for which the star is immersed in
Love beyond imagination but of the static life which
Moves calmly without notice

When the stars go back home and can longer be mesmerized
By the chimney bells placed around it
For it has finished its work and must now unknown that which had been infused into the blue prints of its memory

The star stays strong in devoid of all that was once known
Waiting patiently for the doors of its house to be opened to it

When the stars go home and life begins
It ceases to remain only a star but takes all forms of
Which it once belong
When sparkling stars go home and even the doors it passes
through are not seen

Then a star goes home.

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