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Jun 25
I can see the world inside your eyes,
a planetarium for display.

I can see the night of your waters,
buried beneath the ocean’s blue.
I can feel the temperature drop deep,
into the dark of the depths,
and the creatures that hide there.

I appreciate your mixture of blues.
From the sea onto the skies,
A light paint splashed heavy,
like the flow of your tides.

Your clouds are steamy dreams,
accents to highlight your moon.

I am in awe of your stars,
uplifting flames of motivation;
unmatched to the lion of your sun.

Clearest of all, I see your gift,
your world of authentic love and truth.
For Chris S. [Cancer Sign] 12.8.19
Renée Brookes
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Renée Brookes  25/F/Washington, US
(25/F/Washington, US)   
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