Oh, the starkness of the streets and the vastness of the universe!
Are you naught but a mirror image of our hearts?
Little glass luminous orbs float into a dark, and incredible expanse.
Are you and I but a small part of some inconsequential breed of lovers and kind-hearted missionaries?
If so, As candles lighted at full moon; do not let the sun dim your flame, so phantastical and bright.
A tender heart, hating the wide black void, may illuminate this squalid and impenetrable darkness.
Be ignited if not for you, then for me.
1 comment:
Thanks so very much, justin. That means a lot.
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