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When
Stars fire up in my eyes
shining in yours
we speak of love without words
we seize joy in simple communion
hands almost touch
lips parted in aching
and still the truth lies far out of reach
the burning stars pine
but will not perish
instead they glow
in vain
Indeed
it is a beautiful poem.
Ahhhh..... What could be, what could be...
something magnificent?
life changing?
or just another cast off into the certain blackness of an already bustling void.
pining, then shining in vain.....
bravo.
love and truth
great themes SS - :D