The night she saw those stars

Vishakha

Those stars envy her little mole

Those windy air nights and her uplifting soul

Impeccable, as they remarked her presence

Just her existence through their lens

Can't escape this harmonious creation

They always let her through, no prohibition

They love her, and she smiles at them

Their incessant admiration as they watch over this gem

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