I hear the cry of a thousand stars when tears stream down your rosy cheeks and when you smile with pearly whites the sun sings and shines galore.
This may never be a song that will be written nor heard and it might also not be a poem that will reach your ears, so soft but this will always be my heart's music to every thought of your ethereal beauty.
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Poetry"With a pen in hand I am nothing but kind I write this rhyme just to waste time." - Me By: AA-MO
