A SLIVER of early
golden light
slipped through
my frosted window
and there before me
— lay a constellation!
Untold worlds and stars
floating above my floor!
Surely nothing more
than dust — swirling motes
But my eyes and heart
chose one so white and blue
delicate and soft with spirit
— this one called Earth
:: 01-25-2014 ::
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