In the starry night,
I see myself reflected,
In Van Gogh's delight.

Amidst the swirling,
Cosmic tapestry of stars,
I find my own scars.

The darkness within,
Mirrored in that painted sky,
A glimpse of my why.

But amidst the gloom,
A glimmer of hope appears,
In stars that persevere.

I see strength and grace,
In Van Gogh's masterpiece,
A reflection of me.

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