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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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As Mortals We Are
The moon and stars, bold beyond the horizon Gently weep, silently laugh at a mere mortal One who wishes, she that chants And begs for favors from their glow. The rising sun, the raging nova Cackle with glee at a mere human One who gazes, she that whispers And begs for favors from their rays. The moon and stars growl fiercely with jest To prove to her that it is all in fun The sun, the rain, the world below Will continue to circle and grow. They tease and sing of what powers they posess And never feel the need to prove We conquer and claim all in vain For there they will forever remain. Above us, beyond us, never to be held Visions all, never to be revealed Below us, around us they will carry on While we as mortals can never move on.
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