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Nov 2014
I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights
Scattered within an endless space.
Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night

To fathom these ancient beings, so high
Is a custom of ours, a meager race.
I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights

We’ve pondered and gazed, so moved by the sight.
We’ve mapped and journeyed upon our world’s face.
Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night

Seeking knowledge and truth, our minds take flight.
In time, perhaps, we’ll match their pace.
I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights
Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night
3 Tercets and 1 Quatrain:
John M Douglas
Written by
John M Douglas  Tilden, Nebraska
(Tilden, Nebraska)   
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