Stella

In the stillness of the new moon night,
When all the twinkle of Stella
Is blushing in the pinkness of heart
A name flickers, on silent lips
A face blazes, in insomniac eyes
Handful memories sail, on the passing cloud.

Homesick smile of blue petals
Inquisitive appetite in search of place
Incomplete piece of puzzle
Eager to reconcile
Right in the place, by side of Stella.


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