
Dazzlingly, brilliant
Lit the heavens, burned my heart
Grazed brow, singed eyes
Mini Troubadoura 2019 (uj)
I saw a star slide down the sky, Blinding the north as it went by, Too burning and too quick to hold,Too lovely to be bought or sold, Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone.Sara Teasdale, 1884 – 1933
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