How beautiful is a heart that can love,
Can love with nothing in return,
not even a mirror.
A heart that can bear to bare the fragile fragments
that have grown from the broken rose bushes
amid the thorns of the past.
How beautiful is the immensity of the blackness
that swallows the universe, but for the tiny lies we call stars.
The blackness that is a painting of my own hollow soul,
craving for the infamous dawn
that will bring it back home.
How beautiful is the lucid touch of love
that has you drunk in an instant
at the edge of the sea where reasons go to die.
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