The heart is a jeweled constellation
Made of fire and dew – all aglow
Of garnet and crystal in reflection
On the windows of the misted eyes.
The soul is a maid in the mind’s temple
Who keeps the heart’s stars in space
From the shrieks of violence that tremble
The stars and fall them into pieces.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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