Starless
I roamed about a starless sky
To find a recognition,
Sitting on the edge of the moon
Was a lone magician.
He called to me, 'What's your star?'
As he floated into view,
I replied, 'The lucky one,
Now that I've found you'.
Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-25 at 10:31
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