Skies are schizophrenic at times,
Conjuring blow-ups from clearest blue,
Yet I would not lock them away
As we quarantine each other.
For some nights, the darkest nights,
The stars scatter like playful children
From one horizon to another,
And the moon tries to light it all
And we fall in love with each other
All over again in its crazy beams,
And I’m damn glad these skies
Stretch so far, shine so brightly,
Fall so close to our fast-beating hearts.
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