Harper…

22 Mar Harper…

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there is a girl who hangs the stars
(for this is how the stars are hung)
she climbs a ladder to the sky
and tiptoes to the topmost rung

then tiny fingers gently lift
each fiery glowing orb; each sun
with care she pins them to the night
illuminating everyone

she flew away too soon, this girl
(her exit, many hearts did break)
but she leaves footprints in moonlight
and trails of stardust in her wake…

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