02.

You
Who slays

my dragons

Mid flight;
Thank gods
You

Who sees through

shiny facades

Of blue eyes

False games, and

pretty little trinkets

Their broken lines
You

So clear;

you are

You so very are.

 
The Milky Way renders me

Small,

Alive

 

I love her;

breathtaking….

 

Yet, i hate me, sometimes

 
We

are not so important

In a galaxy

Spinning sideways

Anyway.

 
But your love.

 

ShE;  is SomeTHING else
Transparent

Holy

And SO much braver

Than oxygen.

 

Thank you.

 

Anna x20170805_131737-1

 

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