Mar 2017

On the sky's hummock
she is like a ziggurat;
a gardener of

stars who takes care of
their shining watching over
their sparkling glimpses.

My only hope that
maybe she intend to look
after our little

and unfortunate
star too. The dim one under
whom our love was born to beam.

Diána Bósa
Written by
Diána Bósa  Budapest
       Wejdan, kvgy and Dark n Beautiful
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