Sunday, January 9, 2011


The Starry Night  Vincent VanGogh
by an Unknown Poet
I'm glad the stars are over me
and not beneath my feet,
Where I should not trample on them
like cobbles on the street.

I think it is a happy thing
that they are set so far;
It's best to have to look up high
when you would see a star.

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