Sunlight glistens through her window,
Radiates beginnings and a bright tomorrow.
But like a vampire, she instinctively recoiled—
Afraid to be scorched, inside she’s still unspoiled.

She is shielded by a stellar black hole,
Floating around like a misguided soul.
Nothing can get out, she’s trapped inside
A star that shines but have already died.

Perhaps, she’s too fragile for the cruel world
Her petals’ too young, she haven’t unfurled.
Withdrawn to anything that inflicts hope,
Like looking through a covered telescope.

She is a book which remains untold
Wait for the right time, she shall unfold.