Challenge
If stars were not made of bright, gaseous flame, what might they be? Illuminate me.
Stars of Many Promises
Every tear that is shed,
Every wish that has been spoken,
Hopes and prayers of every generation
Will be heard by the heavens
And reserved by the stars.
They are made witnesses;
Constant and always watching
Crumbling civilizations and
Prosperous empires.
Created by a promise:
A promise to the lonesome,
A promise to the broken,
A promise to an isolated Earth,
Adrift in the chaos of time and space;
A promise that life will get better,
And it always does.
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