It's an interesting love story
You heard it first, but not from me
The stars mock me every night
Torture me, they taunt me
I shouldn't, wouldn't be enough
But she still takes my breath away
I like how her smile engulfs the lands far and wide
Her infinite golden curls hug the plants
I like how carefree she is
Even if the weight of the world weighs her down,
Her light still spreads; it never ends.
I like, no. I love how her gold turns to silk,
Moonlight silver at her fingertips, sheltered by the night.
I'm perplexed still how she moves in mysterious ways,
I'm but a mere cloud, in love with the Sun.
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The Spiral
PoetryA deep dive into thoughts about the universe, life, emotions and more, down an endless poetic(and sometimes not poetic) spiral. We follow various characters.
