Some stare at stars to help their hand;
such sights stir hearts, and arts command;
and scenes which seem so set to free
feelings that hearts, alone decree.

And like the night, sunsets as well
unleash that rush that inside dwell.
And with such sights you can relate
your woes inside; your loves; your hates.

But I use you unlike the rest
to tell of stars and suns so blessed.
Such sights dream that they could compare
to your beauty that shines unfair.

So sunsets stare and wish I’d write
about their rays which fade to night.


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