The starry night
Wouldn’t the moon be hopeless if the stars refused to shine by its side?
Oh, dear starry night,
Did you glow the brightest in your last moment,
Hoping, just once, to be seen?
If you were meant to be a star in name alone,
Would you slip away unnoticed,
Fading into the vast unknown?
Is it cruel to be invisible,
To give everything, yet never be acknowledged?
What of the stars that never outshine the rest—
Do they not deserve to be seen?
When a shooting star falls, people make wishes,
Yet no one stops to wonder—
Did it hurt? Was it tired?
Had it burned for too long,
Too weary to carry on?
And when it vanishes,
Will anyone remember its light?
Or will the sky simply swallow its absence,
Like it was never there at all?
