The comfort of the starlight view is what I got used to.
Easily and quickly. Comfortably. Gradually.
And yet when the skies hide them away, I wonder:
do they still shine as brilliantly when no one is looking?
Do they shine far brighter for another?
Pretty starlight from the distance,
would you cast your warmth for a traveler like me?
Whose soul’s ache at the cold of the moon;
that the dawning sun is nowhere to be seen.
The night dimmers and turmoils the heart,
the traveler holds on to what little hope there is.



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