Venus hovers above the crescent moon,
The pale morning light enters,
Setting frost ablaze with fire
But what would happen should Venus fall?
The moon would catch her,
Of that my heart is sure.
Along the way, slivers of her shimmer
Will brush against the moon,
And scatter to earth, a snowflake pure.
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My dear Kira, your poignant words touched me deeply. To know that you were treated like this is just unbelievable. Thank you for sharing.