Touching a Star
A body in the heavens
A shape made of light and dust
And her eyes begging for a sign.
She walks on a sandy land
Brushed by a stellar breeze
Her arms open to an embrace.
Dreaming of an eternal escape
She seems to question the planets
Eyes shut to the delight of her world.
She touches a star with her soul
Like she did so many times before
Living far above this shore.
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