NOVA

 

She is a storm
Wrapped in ice
ticking...
In a swelling pool
Of her condensation 
The clouds were gathering 
no one reckoned 

Then,
there came a wanderer 
Who was magic itself
His heart dripped of celestial fire
And his words came down 
Like shooting stars 
His heart throbbed  
Like tectonic quakes
Seeking a sync. 
For his fiery mien sought rest
In an unending effervescence 
He picked his find 
And had barely opened it
When a super nova came upon the Universe

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