Gargantuan facades
ostensibly shrunk
From here, clouds, above
But amongst those many
somewhere a sweet home
with small portio
that smells of blooms
from garden below
there, like a stranger
she stands staring
at vast expanse
of million star-lit home
like pixel on paper
small and little
In those eyes I see them glow
Epoch many, I wait
Amid cosmic shelves
to streak past
dark loomed skies
hers, someday
to be wished upon..
the wish of
a dying star..
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