A Thrill
I reached to touch a star,
Arms too short, I could not.
So, I dove inside me;
Transcending my body,
I reached out once again;
Holding shiny bauble.
“You are a beauty”;
Says I with a thrill.
“On, I am honored”;
Came its’ swift reply.
Who knew stars could speak?
Out of body
All souls can speak;
Their soul language,
Its so precious.
We converse,
We can touch
We are one.
One tribe;
One soul.
One!
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