sruthán

the world wasn’t worthy

of her iridescent heart

she was elemental

the sky her counterpart

beauty was burning

like glass on the sun

drums in a jungle

diamonds from a gun

he thought about her often

when he saw her stars

he knows

she’s burning somewhere

breaking hearts

on mars

 

 

 

 

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