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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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