I want, forever, to
embellish my words
with you.

Like the gentle stars
breathe life into the night.

But alas, I look
to a dark, unforgiving sky,
and the harsh winds tells me

that you don’t wish
to be written about.

You don’t wish
to be written about
by me. #Shlok

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