I look out on the crescent moon and wonder how our particles formed together, how they were split to become two separate entities.
We were estranged at birth by cosmic waves, sent on journeys to find each other again, but how could we find each other in a universe so vast?
Mingling with speck and speck, just ash in the wind, each identical to the last, confusing one for you and one to replace you.
And in the midst of morose and constant dark nights, hope was lost.
But in the most ubiquitous room, where old breaths from past days still lingered, there we were together,
and we were magnets.
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This picture was taken in Bern, Switzerland. I use an A7R3 for my camera. Image is ~42 MP and was edited as a RAW in photoshop + after effects.
All photography🖼️ was produced and edited by 🔥Dennis Sarovski🔥, Poem is by my Wife :) Check me out on: https://www.instagram.com/dennis_sarovski/ Check her out on: https://www.instagram.com/thewrittennomad/