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Winter at night is like the sun has been lost from the sky, but still seems to light up the heavens. And the moon is missing, but you can still find your way to your darling’s bed. But I like to think               ✺ that the sun               ❋              ✲ and the moon                  ❉ are lost lovers                           and winter is the only time they can escape long enough to steal a kiss from one another         ✺ in some far away galaxy that no one knows.                            ❊ And without the moon          ❋ to hold control, the waves go crazy kissing the shores aggressively and relentlessly. And everyone is in love.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Love Pandemic
Winter at night is like the sun has been lost from the sky, but still seems to light up the heavens. And the moon is missing, but you can still find your way to your darling’s bed. But I like to think               ✺ that the sun               ❋              ✲ and the moon                  ❉ are lost lovers                           and winter is the only time they can escape long enough to steal a kiss from one another         ✺ in some far away galaxy that no one knows.                            ❊ And without the moon          ❋ to hold control, the waves go crazy kissing the shores aggressively and relentlessly. And everyone is in love.
One winter someone asked me to write about love. (I'd originally deleted this poem because it doesn't make sense with Minnesotan winters, but someone wrote me a kind comment, therefore I am reposting it.)
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
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