There is
a certain understanding
of reality
that must be grasped
if we are
to ever
set aside our emotions
and think critically.
When better
to come to this realization
than on a cloudless night
while looking up at
the firmament above
we temper our awe
with the understanding
that some of those
brightly shining stars
have already died
many years ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem