I watch them play
Up above, so far from me
Yet past the silence of space
And many miles of squinting sight
I hear them laugh
As they dance and play
Full of mirth and merry
With no toil but earnest work
Of committed fantasy
I watch with pride
My heart made glad
My children of stars
My manifest imagination
7/1/14
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PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
