The evening stars wink and dance just
like they did last year and the year before
and a hundred yaers ago.
So seemingly still and unchanging,
yet turn around for a minute and thet are different
shinfted, and sometimes just gone.
The rotation of the seasons brings
new yet comfortingly framiliar speck of glitter
into the night sky.
Although they look beautiful and promising,
my heart weeps to see the old ones gone,
pushed out into the southern hemisphere of your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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