Poem for Eva Cassidy
Sometimes
When we see
The bright light from a star
It’s already dead.
Sometimes
When it’s dying
It shines more brightly.
You shown like a bright star
And now I can only see you
Half hidden
In the darkness
On Youtube.
Some day I’ll wish upon a star
And find myself over the rainbow.
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