THE STARS' SOLACE

I asked a star last night
- far away, where no one lives, a light -:
'Whom do you light, strange star?
You move so large and bright.'

It made my pity grow mute,
when she looked with her starry gaze,
'I light a night eternal,
I light a lifeless space.

My light is a flower that withers
in the skies' late autumn, rough.
That light is all my solace.
That light is solace enough.'

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