Starkly sparkly stars

On Mars you can’t tell the season without looking to the starkly sparkly stars.

Brightly nightly shining, through the thinly settled sky, shimmering like a snow globe the universe floats by. A man might likely dream of angels as he stares upon stars, fiercely fighting battles with the demons raging in his heart.

One day he’ll find another, her eyes a-fixed above, he’ll drop his gaze and wonder what is that thing called love. A tightly twisted feeling afraid and yet so far. Anxiously restlessly wondering, what else he missed while staring at the stars?

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