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I stared at the expanse of sky

  —that perfect …

Studded sparkle of the morning stars…


I see a falling star

  —swishing, pierce the soul,

  —burned the wall of frozen soul

In solitude in the middle of the wilderness.


I point to a star

  —the cluster dimensions of hope

I asked a sheen

To make it up a lantern of heart.


I want to give a sense

  —within this dreamer.

Who continue to walk alone,

  —exploring the corners of the earth.