hearts of bloomed flowers ending years later on a stranger’s windowstill

* blur of people... warm silver-bright moons hanging over darkness , *

slow steps in the night rippling to emotion energy hundreds of light years away

meeting bruised cold hearts & giving them a touch of rising-sun diamonds

, you’re plusing grey blue here *

but -- thousands moments away....

* you’re flower-bright pionts of warmth (open hands, hearts; pouring sunlight)

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