Seventy million light years away, my eyes fly
see two spiral galaxies collide and get distorted
taking eyes off from the telescope, I turn to your face
where the impact of the collision is on graphic display,
in many colors of fury of a love gone sour, for no reason
we still are seventy million light years apart, my smile
a dove orchid, withers in this shower of inter galactic dust.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
Seventy million light years away, my eyes fly
see two spiral galaxies collide and get distorted
taking eyes off from the telescope, I turn to your face
where the impact of the collision is on graphic display,
in many colors of fury of a love gone sour, for no reason
we still are seventy million light years apart, my smile
a dove orchid, withers in this shower of inter galactic dust.
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