Starry sky

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Stars twinkling in the depth of the night,

I lay on the the damp grass, marveling at the sight.

Enraptured by the starry sky, I soiled my nervous being

Trying to capture the luminosity of what I was seeing.

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Are the stars twinkling?

Or is the blackness quivering?

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If stars were to twinkle synchronously with the blinking of our eyes

Would then only the pervasive darkness be left for us to agonise?

And imagine the madness that a ‘defected’ eye would cause

Stars in the dark sky! — that’s preposterous to our perfect laws!

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Are the stars twinkling?

Or is the blackness quivering?

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I lay there as distant gaseous balls continued to mesmerise,

Struggling with my now own droopy eyes.

As the blackness of my eyelids instilled a fear,

That my darkness would soon appear.

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Are the stars twinkling?

Or is the blackness quivering?

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But as a familiar soul laid next to me,

Her warmth opened my eyes to see —

That my own darkness had embedded twinkling stars

But I was ignorantly bruising in self wars.

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I am draped in the starry sky,

This darkness is a mere flaw of my eye.

From bones to flesh, my luminosity roars and radiates

The spectre of blackness trembles and abates.