When Stars Explode T'is cause

When Stars Explode T'is cause

 

Never, 

underestimate the power, 

of a sunrise.

Nor the magic cast, by it's light.

While moonbeams ......shed, their......shadows.

I sold a whisper, unto a sleeping, butterfly.

With a hope, that he would play.

And all the while....... long.

The heavens were... a smokey, bluesy...... grey.

Like, the colour...... of dead eyes.

So I could only dream..... 

Of yesterday.

Of a longing,

for that......

Lost 

 

lovers touch!

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