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Taurus Moon

Lost in a Kisscape

The world feels like

A crashing car

A dying sun

I clasp your face

Shining colours

Eyes with daggers

A new-found confidence


The way it tastes

All these Starwaves

A blooming flower

In the moonlight

I see your shadows

You see mine



A sense of belonging

In your folds

And tundra

Nothing stops.

How unlikely is love?

What quiet truth?

To be is enough

🎨/📷 by Vasily Kandinsky, Several Circles (Einige Kreise), 1926

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