This Hurtling Dot
In all of this space, why my spot
Days bygone for just a little dot
I'd whisper to a passing asteroid
Hurtling toward what it may avoid
Don't sit high upon on your mound
Leave it all just as it was found
Do you remember where you started
To be alone is not broken-hearted
Copyright © ... Gigno | Year Posted 2010
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