Removed from heat
and craving warmth,
the impossible remains.
Longing for what’s
faraway, only chilled
distance can sustain.
Carefully hidden
within a burned out
star★, objet petit a.
Remote, unmoved
in thickest dark, never
seeking light of day.
by Felicia Lujan
1.7.2014
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January 8, 2014 at 7:10 am
So very beautiful Felicia! May your day be wonderful!