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Poem I made once again at midnight sleep deprived

Fluent human:Do you regret talking
with the stars?
Or do you regret the whispers of wind
That was carried back from mars
Back into your ears to find
how those who blind
Can look at fate
With the eyes of kind




Mute human:actions filled with grace
Use your eyes as words
Will you use the hammer of mace?
Does the hum of songbirds
Bother your thoughts place
To think to much but to speak not much
Dont fall with disgrace.