As I sit in my favourite chair
Having moon and star to stare
Think about their divergence
Is the star could be careless?
Or it is the moon feels less?
Oh, mind thinks they're mess.
While staring at the lone star
Inner thought says they're par
Without knowing their day
It was second hope of May
Star could act as Jupiter
Moon said his a martyr.
It was the second hope of May
It was the second time of day
The star sits beside moon
Knowing it'll be done soon
They meet cause of chance
But, fate makes severance
They meet but never touches
It is the cause of real sadness
They sit next to each other
But no one can hear the utter
They sit far to create new story
And, girl witness, named Muri.
The moon, the star has no tail
Incredibly, the girl gave a tale
It couldn't be a night less
But surely and eventually
The night could be moonless
The night could be starless.
This is a poem!
