Time burns a hole in the sky
and pulls down the stars.
The dark, once thought empty,
brightens—lanterns a blur,
softened exquisite,
as jasmine fragrants the night,
a constellation of desire too.
© 2025 Flame’s Crucible. All Rights Reserved.
Time burns a hole in the sky
and pulls down the stars.
The dark, once thought empty,
brightens—lanterns a blur,
softened exquisite,
as jasmine fragrants the night,
a constellation of desire too.
© 2025 Flame’s Crucible. All Rights Reserved.
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