Poem -

...stars...

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how I yearn it
the starlight
eagerly awaiting
the death of city
and bustle
and us

raising my arms
high in a breeze
of dancing limbs 
of darkening trees 

eager, ready
a solitude within
a darkness about
reaching up
reaching out for,
...stars...

M P 12/9/21

 

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Tony Taylor

I simply CANNOT imagine what reading your personal diary would be like......or perhaps Cosmo IS that diary......and in that case....I would personally like to thank you for sharing....because your mind is an elegant, curious, angry, soulful, insightful, and sometimes STUNNING place to hang out!!....So thank you for the STARS my friend......Love your universe!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo   :  )

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Marion

I think cosmo is a personal diary for all of us Tony...thanks for a fab comment x

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Shaun Cronick

Marion loved reading  your magical gemstone of a poem.
Less is more and you really deliver the poetry goods and then some.
A beautiful write and reminds me of an Oscar Wilde quote... 
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
Thank you my friend and full honours mixed with hugs.
That's Welsh hugs by the way, the best. xx.

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Marion

Diolch Shaun....cofleidiau yn ol x

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