Real Skies
…And so he asks ‘do you see that distant star?
Its beauty is in the darkness.’
…And I answer: thanks to the star I know what darkness is.
Where is my star?
Can I find it amidst every twinkling dot there is?
Yes, if I would only remember
I am not a planetarium viewer.
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Nat St | Year Posted 2016
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