Onto stars I gaze
Celestial Gods move
In mysterious ways
Into the night sky
I call your name
Conscience groove
The endless game
I am in dreamers work
Though with no fame
I ask that they respond
And do not default again
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Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
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