Are cleansed by
The touch of your
Feet.
Winds seek
Redemption
At the behest of
Your cheeks.
The moon
Has been jealous,
For over an
Epoch.
The sun has been
Chasing the dark
To give meaning
To his fondness.
Feed this celestial
Vacuum.
Universe has been
Lonely all along.
I've wished for a
A glance of you a
Million times..
Pass me through
One of your
Thoughts and shower
Some starlight.
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