The moon flutters.
The stars twinkle.
The fire roars.
and the sun rises.
Its all art, just as she.
but everyone only sees what the good is in these.
She tries so hard to bury the pain.
and only convey what they already say.
but she is the moon,
going through phases.
and the stars that run out of life.
Even the fire, turning to ashes.
and so the sun rises
but it also sets.