Our hearts were like wildfires burning in unpredictable ways...
Not knowing where to turn or to whom.
Not knowing where to turn or to whom.
Searching for each other with the heat of desire a path of
destruction could not break.
Stars dying, falling,
shooting across the sky
to be born again anew
to align for me and you.
Winds whisper change as the seasons collide,
like bones laid bare in the sunlight undone by the waning moon.
The planets moving through the motions, axes upturned,
emotionless they rotate
Tilting, turning, spinning
Threatening to lose their high,
To fall from heaven, to give up their place
To die.
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