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A Soul Thrill
I reached to touch a star;
arms too short, I could not.
I went into myself;
transcending my body.
I reached out once again;
Held a shiny bauble.
“You are a beauty”,
said I with a thrill.
“Oh, I am honored”,
came its’ swift reply.
Who knew stars could speak?
Out-of-body
Yes, souls can speak;
It’s soul language,
And so precious.
We converse,
we can touch,
we are one.
One tribe;
one soul.
One.
Copyright ©
M. L. Kiser
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