stars all are such marvelous
pieces.
how can it be,
that the one who made stars,
made humans?
or maybe stars aren't as great,
as we think they are.
just like us.
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h a i m i s h
Poetry. . . haimish; moon talks, and alleyed pyols. . . . homes a collection of snippets from the times I feel most at home. prose/poetry
