A night clearer than my eyes had seen in the most cloudless hours of the day light.
If it was possible to witness heaven,
It had laid right before my eyes.
As a child, I had thought of the stars to be fury of loneliness,
But now it was I, who was lonely under the stars.
Cold, inside and out, only to be wrapped around a thin orange shawl.
Trying to figure out and name the diamonds that hanged from the darkest skies,
Whilst the moon was hiding away.
Dizzied from the empirical beauty of the jewels above my head,
Enchanted, though I longed for your true presence instead.
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