Unbeknownst to you
She’s screaming her heart
Incapable of maintaining her silence
And the sky absorbs her voice in a cosmic
cloud
Her words shower in a violence of hurtling
hopes
And from your spying glass you raise your
eyes
Asking of the Universe for a sign you are
loved
All the while her heart constellates the very sky you seek
answers from
E.A. O'Connell
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