In a pool of stars that twinkle at night
The only one among the beautiful flower arrangements ย and hues in the garden in spring
With all the seemingly monochromatic and polychromatic combos there are in a color wheel
The kind of pebble I find in the longest coastline I know
Or the one attention-getting clothes there is in a piled up display
I have not met that someone who detonates the bomb in my soul then, blasts me off like a flammable gas, cooks the shrapnel in a steamer and ghosts me up like a vapor to greet the shave less mother space yet. Someone who sends a jolt of rumbling thunder in my tranquil life causing the airplanes to crash, unloading the weights I have and starting a wide forest fire in my scheduled and organised moment of rest.
Hey, I just haven’t met you yet. ๐