In the vast expanse of the open sky,
Lies a story written, up high,
Of secrets and scars that never die,
A tale that every star will testify.
Each twinkle, each sparkle, holds a memory,
Of battles fought and hearts that were weary,
For in the depths of this endless dome,
Lies the history of every broken soul.
Some scars are faint, barely visible,
Like the gentle breeze that's hardly audible,
Whispers of a love that once bloomed,
But faded away, leaving wounds.
Others are deep, etched in the night,
A...