The Bellatrix

Looking out of my window,
Seeing tall buildings stand and above them the sparkling stars.
Mumbling to each other as I hear the quiet whispers meaning to encourage one another in the dark night.
The strong gush of the wind silencing them as he blows,
The clouds trying to cover up their existence.
They forget that their sparkle is not temporary,
Stars shine from within spreading their untouched warmth many light years away,
To help a sailor reach its destination,
To help the sky and the moon with its abundant light.
The thankless sky grateful yet helpless,
The wind and the clouds burn in their agony.

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