Poetry

A Star

I run after a star

A star which I don’t even know where it is

Or even if I know

I’ll be confused with many of them

Choose one but which one?

Shine, bright, beautiful

Does it over?

I run after a star

But the star still looks far

And i know I should get it

One but graciously which will make everyone stunned

I run after a star

Running without weary to get it

And now ...

I got one which is so beautiful

That’s you!