The night sky opens up one by one
The stars in her womb
One by one she bares them all, her inner dark secrets
As the hidden truths emerge from the abysmal land
Insane people draw out shapes and give it names
They call her the Orion, the hunter and all funny names
They don’t see that its her secret
That maybe fell out in error
Shooting stars are another enigma
Stars fall, like everything that rises falls
Dumb people close their eyes and wish upon the star
What relation between something that’s falling and a hope
On happy days, she wears a blanket of clouds,
Hides all her stars in her blanket, for her alone to savor
Making the world beneath her gloom
For their lack of understanding,
Of mankind and her
On sad days, she bares open, all her children
Children gaze at the twinkling sky
Sing rhymes, wish upon falling stars
Again for their lack of understanding
Of mankind and her
I look upon the yonder skies
I see stars and clouds, which cannot be true
Confusion at its all time best
Painting a reflection of my mind…
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