Venus shines brightly in the 5 a.m. sky, right below the crescent moon and above the wild color of a threatening sunrise. The morning star brings a certain sadness associated with memory. Tears begin to well up in my eyes, but they never fall. I then tell myself it is going to be a beautiful day.
[Edit: And what a beautiful day it was, indeed. Ü]
Dear Jovan,
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Still seesawing,
mida :)
i haven't seen the moon and starts for a long time...*sigh*
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