Every day, every night,
I see the starlit light.
Stars continuously twinkling,
Like glitters softly sprinkling.
I often behold the sky,
Dreaming of a time to fly.
When those objects start to shine,
I feel their presence, sheer divine.
Thinking of soaring high,
Alas, I always sigh!
Nevertheless, why do they shine bright?
What to do with my yearning sight?
In the vastness of night, I search...
Continue reading...