it doesn't take much
to connect the dots
in the many stars
dusted across our galaxies.
the many suns
painting gold
and radial quasars
around our universe.
the electricity
amplifying love
in our ribcages.
it doesn't take much
to find love in our enemies.
to make a family
in new friends
floating loosely
in the lost and found.
it doesn't take much
to give absolute love
without taking in return.
my heart is your heart
is her heart, his heart-
my heart too.
and when the current
in your soul dips low-
we the plug.
⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎
this poem is dedicated to ALL OF YOU.
i don't even know if i've thanked any of you guys enough for all the support. honestly, i am insufficient and require communication skills.
YOU ARE READING
{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )
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