The night sky is just a graveyard of stars that burned out a million light years away; remnants of the archaic past sailing across the universe they keep the moon some company; to keep her crescent gleam in the darkness to be by her side because these stars, they knew how it felt to be alone to be light years distant from each other; to burst asunder into dusts witnessed by nothing but a colossal void these stars, pretty rhinestones adrift and unfurled in a constellation yet little did we know— how lonely they were.
Nadine Lacuarta is a young writer from Philippines, who likes to narrate through poetry. For years, she has been keeping a blog called Messypens and has had her works featured in other literary blogs as well.
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