Twinkle 🥀

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The night was starry
and the wind was cold.

The endless sky was mesmerised
of the woman standing by shore.



The sea was glistering 
under the moonlight.

Her eyes were sparkling
with the hidden pain.



The water was dying for
her mere touch.

So her feet inched a
step forward.



The clouds screamed at
her to step back.

But she was all deaf
to her surroundings.



Slowly she stepped into the glistering sea leaving helpless shore behind.

The water finally sighed in
relief at her presence.


The clouds tried to hide this
reality from the moon and stars.

And the woman let her self
engulfed by the dying water.


That night the sky mourned and mourned
for a lost twinkle.

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