Tuesday, 5 April 2011

as we speak

as we speak,
there are stars,
tearing each other apart.

as we meet,
they collide,
and barely change
the night sky.

as we touch,
they disintegrate,
and uncurl into
each others' arms.

as we fade,
so do they,
and are camp-fire's embers
to a starred sky.

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