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Upon a cliff stands
a young woman watching
stars sprinkle down on
her snow white dress
wrapping tightly around her
petal soft skin while
curls of stardust blows
in the humming winds
singing her sweet blues
song before her caterpillar
green eyes are awed
by nature's shooting star
right as she wishes
mystically upon it when
secretly fearing it's
in sheer vain
that she has suddenly
she realizes power
lies not amongst the night's
astronomy when she can control
her own fate by
opening her frightened palms to catch
dangling opportunities.