the beautiful stars

the beautiful stars


The beautiful stars are crying….saying where is my soul mate…. Where is my moon
I was holding your picture in my hand and thinking that I am like those stars…
Looking for you….where are you now? What do you do?
I feel alone like those stars without the moon
How can the sky be so beautiful without her moon?...how poor they are…
How poor the stars are…they look so sad…all alone….in despair

The beautiful stars are crying….saying where is my soul mate…. Where is my moon.
I was looking at your picture and I asked myself… how these eyes captured me? I become weak …. I love the way you look at me even from a picture…

The beautiful stars are crying……..saying where is my soul mate…. Where is my moon
I don't know whom I should be sorry for……. me or the poor stars?
Tomorrow will come ….tomorrow is new…
May be there will be another new life …new love…new future ..
Tomorrow night the moon will appear with the stars together again.