After her decease, I received her letter. A warm yellow sheet graced with some black ink which read,
'I quit. I quit for, the universe was so harsh to me. I have loved the marvels of the universe since always, adored each and every meteor that bleeds being robbed off its home, rejoiced even the darkest phases of the moon that no way looked pretty. But I didn't feel a single tinge of love from it. It sucks. It sucks so much.'
For, she was an astrophile, one of her kind. But I am a poet and my pen speaks far better than I do.
"Behold! the stars are praising your beauty
The blissful stardust draining from your locks #Poet#Stars#wcwritersclub#wcastrophile#starsofstella#idontknowhatitisbutitiswhatitis
