Moondust
He supposed she was like moon dust,
beautifully timeless, restlessly fluttering
around here and there; never settling.
She was grace itself, the result of a supernova.
She was breathtaking, and he adored her.
Rough, glimmering sharp edges and all.
- k.h
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