I have the constellations on
my fingertips, a galaxy
drawn on the dark side of
my moon colored eyes.
My mother used to say,
in her sunset way, "The sky
is a map to lead you to the
treasure of one heart."
I could never grasp her
meaning in my constellation
hands, they drifted into the
black holes of my imagination.
my fingertips, a galaxy
drawn on the dark side of
my moon colored eyes.
My mother used to say,
in her sunset way, "The sky
is a map to lead you to the
treasure of one heart."
I could never grasp her
meaning in my constellation
hands, they drifted into the
black holes of my imagination.
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