The white sparkle shining so bright,
That stunningly gleams in the black night;
The radiant light to guide your way,
During the utmost darkest of days.
A cluster of memories,
Both bitter and sweet;
A twinkling clear hope,
Visible through a telescope.
A star is what it’s called,
A wish is what I see;
But the only stars I need,
Are in the eyes in front of me.
By: Anis Nadhirah, Selangor.