If the thousands of suns considered you as their deity, a goddess whom they have revered for their eternal epiphanies to cast out such optimism, then maybe you were always destined to wrap around my lunar eclipse with the solar passion you have always seemed to meld with such dark obstruction.
YOU ARE READING
to my future love.
PoetryHave you ever felt the depths of your heart have its groundbreaking display to ever grace the world? It goes with the gentle zephyr to linger within every skip of the lonesome soul, every waltz of such faint fingertips, and every exaltation of sweet...
