the moon lovingly caresses us
in her soft midnight blanket sown with stars
we look up and see infinite beauty
in a universe so vast we are small and insignificant
but we are born of recycled star dust because fate
thought us beautiful enough to belong
beside the celestial
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC
the moon lovingly caresses us
in her soft midnight blanket sown with stars
we look up and see infinite beauty
in a universe so vast we are small and insignificant
but we are born of recycled star dust because fate
thought us beautiful enough to belong
beside the celestial
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