Aa Harvey

The Endless Poem : Part Six

Stars in the sky are but dots on a canvas,
The full moon the lamp light, your mind a paint brush.
As you search for a sign in a box of lights that are endless,
You find a way to connect the dots; what do you see when you look up?

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