There was once a little star, Who always shone bright, Never making it dim, Even on rainy nights. The moon would come out, So huge outshining the star, But the star would not lose hope and still be there, Away from the eyes hidden somewhere. The sun would come out, So strong making the star … Continue reading Star
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Something common in every legend, It's the belief in yourself, Its excess is not good, Nor the lack of this good. What is it?