The falling star’s questions

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Would the moon despair
If the stars refused to shine beside her?

Oh, starry night—
Did you glow brightest in your last moment,
Just hoping to be seen?

If you were only ever called “a star,”
Would you slip away unseen,
Swallowed by the vast unknown?

Is it cruel to burn
Without being acknowledged?

What of the stars
That never outshine the rest—
Do they not deserve to be seen?

When a star falls, wishes rise—
But does anyone ask:
Was it tired? Was it in pain?

And when it’s gone,
Will its light be remembered?

Or will the sky forget it—
Like it was never there at all?

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