That intestate night, Amongst the interwoven constellations of stars The mystique of scars was the cynosure of her heart, Intricately intrepid in the lour dark It engraved a letter till it's quill broke apart.... Intrigued, she tried to scrounge, But, it told her to wait at the beauty's lounge After what seemed to be eternity, She was taken to the elysium Where redolent words flew, Poetic zephyrs blew Then, near the sapphire sphere of scars Unshakled by reality's bars, Finally, at the letter's moor, It was carved that She was the universe's cynosure... Hey all, Here comes our second word prompt of Wednesday Wisdom weekly challenge. “"CYNOSURE" Meaning:- a person or thing that is the centre of attention or admiration. late 16th century: from French, or from Latin cynosura, from Greek kunosoura ‘dog's tail’ (also ‘Ursa Minor’), from kuōn, kun- ‘dog’ + oura ‘tail’. The term originally denoted the constellation Ursa Minor, or the pole star which it contains, long used as a guide by navigators.
