أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
a name upon your lips, inside your sighs, hope these occurrences remain, for me they're words never forgotten, always remembered, doesn't matter where i am, memories of you, like pictures on my wall of the Sky i'm always chasing. for this life, some are destined to exist in a state of broken bits, pieces scattered unremarkable, until those shards find themselves merged like mercury inside your palms, then becoming solid, truly reflective, at last manifested. in this cycle of life, so many circles, among them days i'm drained of every meaning's substance, could say i wished to know your state, but so often He brings clouds to shroud my Moon within her phases. would that it was just a sliver, a lining that need not be silver, could be merely bronze in outline, so long as behind it was thy figure. you've long pulled me within, whether by gravity or beauty, interchangeable terms for one whose body hangs celestially,...not because of my doing, not because i wished it, but rather as He turned you into the beacon, that this nomad walks across the universe to find again
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