if we were both stars
stars lost in the sky.
shining even after a rainy day.
if we were both stars
in the never ending cycle of days and nights.
all the same but never worthless.
if we were both stars
would we shine together?
not only on the warm summer nights
but even after a stormy day.
only if we could both be stars ...
looking up i realized.
we actually were stars.
but stars
stars were meant to die.
they shine and shine
more and more until they reach their maximum.
they change.
then they die.
but after all why are we even sad
when stars were always born
to eventually die.
-a.m
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a bouquet of stars
Şiira mix of poetry thoughts love and pain updating with new pieces hope you find comfort in them like i do
