Welcome to Summer days and clear skies,
And to Gazing at stars with curious eyes,
Sky seems like a dark and eye-soothing scenary I think ,
With ‘tiny white spots' that twinkle more than I blink,
These ‘tiny white spots' inspires me to ‘burn within and still shine outside',
And the crescent moon persuade me ‘to keep changing with time',
The more time I spend feeling and admiring the dark hues of night,
The more I fall in love with every art piece hung there in the sky,
From crescent moon to twinkling stars,
From lunar peace to star wars,
And here I get trapped into the vicious cycle of comparing everytime,
Of Wondering and examining what's more beautiful and divine?
Beautifully arranged families of stars or One star alone?
Or the serene crescent moon vibing on its own?
The Little Bear in North eastern or The Orion in the south western sky?
And I could never find the answer of what's more splendid and why ?
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