i once named you
as one of the stars in heaven
every night
though distant
i look at you
my true star
time is cruel with its
storms and
rain
and there are times
when i simply
gaze even if i see
nothing of you
the years are patient
and the leaves of
thoughts keep on
covering what naked
bark and trunk
is there upon the being
of my existence
one night
when it was as dark as
the color of
depression
i begin to ask
if in the heavens too
there are fake stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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