It's a wandering-wandering star,
From above watching, who you are,
It is nothing, some wasted dust,
Only it you can really trust.
It's a wandering-wandering star,
From above tracking, where you are,
It is watching at east and west,
Like unbidden disturbing guest.
It's a wandering-wandering star,
From above looking, how you are,
It protects you from pain and vice,
Doesn't want to suggest the price.
Wandering star
© Copyright: Наташа Харьковская, 2014
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