SHE was stardust, glowing bright,
HE was earth, lost in night.
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HER footfalls—music, light and free,
HE was stillness, root and tree.
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HER voice—a choir, a song divine,
HE was echo, tracing time.
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HER face—so flawless, carved with care,
HE was dust, yet knelt in prayer.
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SHE danced with light, a cosmic grace,
HE lay in shadow, bound in place.
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SHE soared where only angels tread,
HE dreamed of her with mortal dread.
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SHE was morning, rising high,
HE was midnight, asking why.
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SHE was flight, a comet’s spark,
HE was gravity, lost in dark.
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SHE was eternal, vast and wide,
HE was finite, tied in tide.
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SHE shone where he could never be,
Yet HE held her in every dream.
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SHE was above—too far to keep,
HE was below—too deep, too deep.
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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