An explosion as a sign of death,
it ryhmed with your perfect silhouette,
and your eyes that feared immortality,
and longed for eternity.

An explosion as a sign of love,
it reminded me of our last dance,
these Mornings where we parted ways and-
these nights where we bloomed again.

An explosion as a sweet lullaby-
was sung out loud,
by heavens and hearts,
for us to reach the unreachable star.

© Aya