Across the milky way
I walk'd,
Through bitter stars
Gardening pity, Staggered.
Holding fervent love
Endowed by guilt.
If daughters of God
Ever loved someone
Of my sinful status.
I kneel'd
Pealing off the earth
From the skin of my idle heart.
No meditative mind minister'd
lust as comfort.
Espied, then find love,
wretch'd poet.
Unsuited spring
Across my thoughts.
War memories are frugal
To those who never fought.
To old men who never tasted
Virgin love, to them
Love is a blind heaven.
A strange glow of hope
Across a tale of suffering.
Uncouth goodbyes.
The novelty of loving
A goddess.
Cold prayers as your
heart declined all
my mantras,
from linnets with five
Petals.
'She loves me, she
loves me not'.
I came across
the milky way to
find out why she'd
love me not.
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