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If beauty is born from the stars,
a galaxy must fracture & embark
because love holds gravity together,
making all life a work of art.
We found each other on this journey of scars
defining our purpose in each other’s arms;
talking about fate like it was lost –
near an old wooden gate –
that was made for us to kiss on
of this day of dark-less quasars.
We laughed & planned our life together
picking out crafts & mastery bazaars
it was like we were superstars
dancing on the sands of Mars.
Buksa Beáta XII.H
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