Constellations on her face
I trace,
a sea of stars illuminate up above
with all their grace.
A glowing pearl her accessory;
the moon,
casting its beauty, glowing softly
upon the earth’s face.
An ombre of blue and black;
her aura
a serene atmosphere,
a silent lullaby for this place.
And me,
her admirer,
wrapped in her blanket of tranquillity
feeling safe in this warm embrace.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC
Constellations on her face
I trace,
a sea of stars illuminate up above
with all their grace.
A glowing pearl her accessory;
the moon,
casting its beauty, glowing softly
upon the earth’s face.
An ombre of blue and black;
her aura
a serene atmosphere,
a silent lullaby for this place.
And me,
her admirer,
wrapped in her blanket of tranquillity
feeling safe in this warm embrace.
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