Whispers of the Stars
In the night sky, whispers venture, Stars conspire like lost dreams, Forgetting the burdens of the day And longing for endless tales.
A constellation’s map, drawn In celestial ink, Guides the weary heart To mysteries and wonders untold.
To gaze upwards is to ponder, The fleeting nature of the soul, And find peace in the infinity That wraps us, even if unseen.
- Jorge Luis Borges