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Mar 21, 2024
You are the one,
alight from my burning sun -
it’s all just begun;
there is nowhere to run.
My love, thy will be done.
Rise away into the night sky
cut through the smog; you’ll never die —
all the odds you will defy.
Waxing or waning,
your beauty is never draining,
I feel you even when the skies are raining.
The golden moon
life’s great womb
allowing us all to bloom,
for you, I will always swoon.
November 15, 2022
