I comb my hair with stars

abby
May 15, 2024
1 min read

“In my culture, death is not the end” -T’Challa

Constellation strewn

Despite the soon sun

They linger for me

I comb my hair with stars

In the hope might they leave

A little bit of stardust

Once night finds reprieve

I comb my hair with stars

Braided with moonbeam

I comb my hair with stars

For a moment’s dear dream

I comb my hair with stars

As foolish as it may seem

I stretch to the sky

To infinite you

For a precious moment’s gleam

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