The lonely star

I was pondering in my bed
and I saw you lying alone,
looking at me with those
heavy winds being blown.

What it is that they
left you for sight,
or they just got lost
in the moon’s light.

Should I ask cloud
why even they don’t want to talk,
have you got no one
than just me to stalk.

I think you are a friend
who stays up whole night,
even sometimes early
I see you at my first sight.

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