How the world of stars,
Look so bright at night.
Are they just sort of meteors,
Or the people we lost,
Watching the stars and cried.
Sing me a song,
Coming to me from miles.
Like the kind of fragrance,
Places gather,
Even the emotions as I smile.
Taking the drop by drop.
And they just unite.
Start painting the walls,
With the strings.
And make me listen,
to the night bugs,
Singing about their past lives.
©ayushiashi
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