Pink Star
Pink star, is your beauty an invitation?
I'd love to visit you and your children someday.
You've moved them behind the blackest curtain, far away.
You're probably too harsh for my soul skin anyway, and I'm too spiritually parched for yours.
Time is made from man's limestone dreams.
Space shine is nothing more than a cosmic tease.
A wish is the massaging of God's heart.
Hope is a pinch of sugar in a stye.
I'll never sip your magnificence
my beautiful pink star.
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