Déjà Vu
Ideal celestial
Rendezvous.
Where
listless fires
transpire litanies,
Then abdicate.
In turn,
They will let go
old sparkles
their desires.
They will have
some fun.
Vous vous vous,
They are hot
and cold.
By turns.
Their core igniting,
Thrusting to navigate.
Fresh and swift,
A humble gift,
From the spirited, albeit,
Lonley lonely Sun.
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