Dear Qeemti
You need a dark sky
to gather your constellation
and I can see
every twinkle of it
in your eyes when
the crescent moon
takes shape in your face.
Yet I feel your hesitation;
Unsure about whether or not I'm
Just an inimical cloud
that pours ache to your heart.
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