Beauty is
unique admiration.

A sparkling star...
in a galaxy

amongst the common.

Perceived by
the wandering man
in the twilight...

Under the cloudy coat...

gazing at
the many dulls.

None reflecting
within him...

longing for his
to ignite him.

For he, too, holds
a sparkle

that shines within another.

The natural void that
must be filled.

In the vast pool

of dim twinklings

She holds the
within him,

beaming her
natural glory,

Through the years
of space
onto the land,

catching the spark
in the eyes


the wandering man.

by Chris Schleier, Jr.

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