You said the night was clear.
Could I see the stars?
Three thousand tiny worlds,
Alive with luminosity.
Hot white, blue.
Diamonds in velvet.
Glitter in ink black.
I searched for Orion
And found the Milky Way.
You held my hand.
I wished that night would never turn to day.
Beautiful and heart-touching. The simplicity with which such a wonderful emotion has been expressed here makes the poem so much more soulful and lovely. π
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Thanks so much Prateek – as always! π
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