delicious shivers,
brilliant breaths,
regrets bleed tonight,
as the cries echo
back to the hungry ears,
are we in our heavens?
I am the moon's daughter,
and you are a child of the sun,
created for such radiance,
yet I am of a gentler light
you are gold
and I am pale silver
such beings
designed so oppositely
can never
inhabit like planes
or times
of existence
So how was it?
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A gorgeous poem, truly!
How perceptive of you to write such a beauty of a poem about how some beings just don't mix.
Wonderfully done, dear one. 
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