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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