Saturday, June 6, 2020

Bonus post 💡

She was made out of stars,
Made of dreams, made in mars
she was made out of strength
Out of love, out of sand.
She belong to outer space,
Belong to you, belong to me.
she was made of art
But she became a fantasy.
she touched the moon,
Caressed the sun and born in nature.
She was pure instinct
She was with me in the darkest sin.
She was made of stars...


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