Come.
Gather stars with me.
Clasp them tightly to your heart,
which sometimes ~
seems to
be made of lace and shells.
Imagine you hear the sea,
the waves crashing and falling
around our feet
like prayers,
mumbled
and sounding
like a prayer bracelet
held gently in
our hands.
Come gather stars.
Listen,
as I whisper the encore
of our love.
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Pretty misty stars