2021.03.25
the heavens would break forth for your beauty.
golden locks that glow with gilded luster under the sun's tender gaze,
framing a countenance forged from marble, clean and strong and
engraved with those purest features etched from instruments of bronze,
cooled by depths of bluest god-fire — you hold yourself
like an undying millennium, all that grace and splendor, spirit
made rich with ladles of undying vitality poured within your godly essence.
you gaze back, perfect corners of cerulean eyes crinkling.
i think i caught a little piece of sky.
see, i chose only one, you say,
and it was you.
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interstellar ⸺ misc
Acakyou ride the years, interstellar until your visor glimmers blue again. ── cislunarx / 2021