Yesteryear Fiction

The Star
By J. Ferris


I am the star that flashes and glows, eternal on the rich horizon of life, golden, brilliant, a diamond recognized and richly elevated for all the pressures of formation. I hold all of the cards, aces as well as royalty– all sit in my well-lined pockets, easily drawn. I don’t play the game, I transcend it. I place the winning pieces in the first move and capture every king in an instant checkmate. I am the sun that burns brightly beyond the reach of fear, death, disease or poverty. I am the sun, and my light will bring day to the nights that cloak countless destinies, create joy where before there was only cold despair.


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