half-brightened in starlight's silver stream,
pulsing like the gentle whisper of your dream;
pulled from the cradle of spring's bright
and tucked into winter's evernight.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
half-brightened in starlight's silver stream,
pulsing like the gentle whisper of your dream;
pulled from the cradle of spring's bright
and tucked into winter's evernight.
For Anusha.
I imagine you, standing in the starlight, ephemeral, radiant. You illuminate my world more than they ever could.
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