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A very old one of mine, not sure if I had posted it or not..... 
 
 
 
The stars became our cobblestones, 
majestic burning orbs under our feet, 
twinkling, spinning fast, 
the Milky Way before us 
hand in hand as lovers do, 
fingers caress skin, 
winds blow around us 
scattering the stardust 
 
you smiled, shyly, behind tears, 
overcome by the moment 
and elated in disbelief 
 
we carried on thru the universe, 
looking at worlds that could be ours, 
if we so choose to rule them. 
astronomers do look at stars 
but will never see them 
as we did, or touch them 
like we always do, or live among them, 
like we hope we will 
 
someday

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