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Even the night sky can be so empty,
Sometimes, he clouded into grays and foggy.
It's heavy when he tears it into pillows,
But calm when he rains into. Because he knows.
Since you've seen beauty in the dark,
Go on, dream, and fall like stars making all the sparks.
You see nothing but the great eyes,
Sparkling and twinkling indeed without lies.
There is also a cruel sleepless night,
Making droplets of pain but for him, it's a light,
For others, it's a hope and a wish,
Like dandelions and candles in feels' niche.
Yes, it's a give-and-take,
Some will wry, others will try for God's sake.
Some are crescents and starlights,
Others are full and aurora or northern lights.
The great dreamers of Orion's belt,
Aquila then flew and the rest may have felt.
It is all about the black and white,
Darkness is a light and a day can be a night.
The coward you've seen in bright,
Folded with sadness standing still to fight.
And just like the sun and moon
Blocked but still meets to shine and gloom.
These walks and sleeps of life,
Full of words as sharp as blade and knife,
Be more ears to hear and listen;
Eyes to see in tears that flow to understand,
And be more arms and shoulders,
Dry the tears with the tightest hugs like armors.
Philoselene in sigh with the serene,
It's deep but please let us not be so mean,
Selenophiles are usually wrying,
Not a fiend of the moon yet scarred and hiding.
Thus, he needs you to read this,
To be a friend with Aries, Pisces, and Puppis...
