When the sun starts setting,
when Darkness lurks in its cover,
I find a perfect blank paper,
Collect the best sparkling pen,
And start pouring my life into words,
Trying to wrap each piece of mine
In that single blank paper,
Soon it wasn't blank anymore,
Soon it wasn't just a paper anymore,
Keeping it closer to my heart,
I move towards the window,
Staring straight into that sky,
Now full of stars,
I feel contentment in night's cool breeze,
And then,
Think that someday,
One day,
This paper will resemble that universe outside,
Those words will be the twinkling stars I always adored,
And finally,
I will become a permanent part of this universe,
A part that will exist,
always....
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