Fleeting the firmament
fleeing the fixed multitude
a paper edge line in the sky
a residual streak and gone
fleeing the fixed multitude
a paper edge line in the sky
a residual streak and gone
always almost missed.
My resonant heart in kindred
arcs with all the fixed multitude.
Oh! for the freedom of a
falling
Oh! for the freedom of a
falling
star!
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