Starry Night
The stars shine, indifferent to what was and what will be.
In a way, the night sky, as beautiful as it may be, is the most nihilsitic thing one may look at
The same stars remains unchanged- from Aristotle's view, or yours
And yet you stare in awe
Of a black that refuses to die
Two moons instead of one- the night is clear tonight
In this Autumn summers breeze, on this grass, there's no greater sight
the stars pair in twins and blind one with awe.
Although the stars will fade,
They will be back, waiting for your return each night
for you to sonder during day, what you yonder at night
Copyright © Jason Azazadiz | Year Posted 2021
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