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PoemCrazy Member
since 2000-11-30
Posts 159 |
i count the stars sometimes i sit up on the roof, bring something soft to put my head back on, and count the stars, doesn't take long. there're usually only a few hundred, this city's too bright for stargazing. but when there's a good Lon Chaney full moon, clouds crawling across it like curtains in the wind, none of the channels of static with pictures even compare. many years ago in the country, away from the lights and noise, i counted to a million, it took hours. (and i had that many mosquito bites the next day.) but i imagined a face for whomever might be on a little planet like this, circling one of those stars, and staring at this one, trying to imagine me. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
this isn't weird at all!! I like it. . . dare to dream my friend. . . ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
very soothing... [This message has been edited by Ethan Halo (edited 03-21-2001).] |
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