By Jane Nguyen
The incandescence of the stars
of galaxies upon galaxies
could not compare to the radiance of her.
Her light could reach
the darkest depths of despair,
the fragility of life,
touching its edges
and reviving it anew.
For him,
to taste the sweetness of spring,
and the passion of summer upon her lips
was what it meant to be alive.
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