Challenge
If stars were not made of bright, gaseous flame, what might they be? Illuminate me.
Stars
I look into the sky
and see the glow
of a thousand years' worth of love:
sparks of midnight dances,
first time kisses,
and words expressed but not spoken.
They eclipse the night,
make the moon irrelevant,
and drown out the lights
of the unfeeling cities.
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