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Little Stars

They ascend like stars
toward heaven
rising from the darkness below
from the oceans of blood
they float slowly upward
the skies are full of them
galaxies of tiny, unstained souls
little shining lights of purity and innocence
that would have loved their mommies,
with all their hearts
unselfishly, unconditionally,
constant like a star

Kevin Ranville

Author's note