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Thursday, April 2, 2015

Glitter and gleam

 
The roof of my room
Gets blown away
As I get to slumber
Glimmers come my way
 
I gaze in rapt attention
At the gray black skies
They seem to send a message
Of twinkle, in the guise.
 
I pick out the clusters
I join up some shapes
Amidst the fullness
I see all the gapes.

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