When I see a blue flicker in the world,
I find myself running over to you.
When I find a guy in dirty gray,
I find myself succumbing to you.
When I see the Venus shining violently,
I find myself calling it love.
When I let my ink spread,
I find myself pouring out love.
And when the times stops
And the universe might bless us
With answers all but in riddles
Shall I fall again.
And fall deep
And call it
Finding the lost Me.
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Inked Stars
Historical FictionFrom the time that stood witness to the creation of the universe, life has taken a gazillion forms. However, rolling down the heap of space and time, one thing remained evergreen--love. Although taking multiple forms as well, love has often if not a...
