“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.” ~Oscar Wilde the sky smiles as it watches us dance in the light of a silver moon on the veranda of an infinite cosmos~ the only way to make a star dance in the light of a silver moon, to music of the spheres as it falls into a symphony of our poem on the veranda of an infinite cosmos where time is the choreographer of tangos and tragedies~ the only only way to make a star is with each spark of love we fling into night's lengthening shadow.
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