Mine is sharp angles
intersecting planes
lines that don’t end just keep bending
You say
love is a many colored ocean
crashing on rocks
leaving its brilliant scar
etched in stony faces
Yes but
The full moon still beams vibrantly
as it hangs above the earth
And on its softened features
the Sea of Tranquility is no more than dust
and only this lens can say
if the dust is made from our dreams
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