by Krishti khandelwal, India

They're white,
They're bright,
I don't get to see it,
Even though it only stays by the night.

They are weird,
They shine,
People make shapes by it,
And identify them by viewing which ones line.

They are made of atoms,
The closest one (the sun) sometimes can murder our eyes,
But we too are made of atoms,
I just realized.

But over here,
It is impossible to even spot one,
I really wish to see a beautiful starry sight,
That I was told about by someone.

Krishti khandelwal (11 years) India


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