To see a Star.
is to wonder who else has seen this star.
so grateful
am i
to have seen
what few have seen,
but it is more than just to witness
for this few and i,
for we have seen each other.
through and through;
Hazel, Green, Brown and Blue;
the lens of our telescope.
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By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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