Stars January 18, 2015January 17, 2015 Clarabelle.org And when then stars come out, I feel okay. I feel at ease, No disarray. I love their twinkling, Like a forever sun, At the end of day, When your work is done. By Clarabelle Share this:TwitterLinkedInPinterestTumblrRedditEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Related