Little Illuminations
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Sometimes the soul
like the night sky
is illuminated briefly by,
a falling star
a passing car
or a hope from afar -
On those occasions so rare
we can only pause and wonder
of the sign we're under,
a galactic spark
a dance in the park
or a bit of light piercing through the dark -
There'll be no way
of knowing
just where it's going,
from whence it came
nor it's true name, only that
It is the most precious little flame -
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