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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2255687

It was clear last night...




The Dance


Blazing bits of cosmic debris
choreographed by stellar divine:
ballet of epic proportions,
a grande jete across the milk of the gods.

A mere mote in galactic spiral,
I lie in sweet-smelling grass
to watch the panoply of stardust
as the Perseids dance.
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