Silver and grey,
Silver and grey,
You traced the constellations
of scars forever ingraved
in my skin.
Maybe it was your calloused hands,
Or reverse smile.
But something warm inside me
that I thought will never
again be found
was ignited again.
- Asteria
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Swinging Around the Cosmos || Poetry
Poesía[ and my airborne legs swung around the cosmos ] Poetry of the vast inky space. Some might be influenced by greek mythology.
