The power of a lost love.

by Chris (Topher)B.
(Washington MI)

My heart simply beats empty, whom without that life given from the Sapphire moons I become weak, yet my mind quilts a pattern of hope, for this frail shard shall be worth more than the Queen. With a smile that makes the darkness as weak as straw , the warmth of consideration that purifies the air I breath. I gaze upon the sapphire moons emitting this inspiring light in the star filled summer sky, My mortal eyes watch as the beauty of how your glow reminds me that the gods can show how even your radiant light can be just as frail as my simply beating heart.

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