MidvoyageA Poem by CrispyThe hands of time caress soft wrinkles and sprinkle starshine in her hair She's traveled halfway cross the galaxy... Swum the empty oceans of meaning Reached into the heavens~~ She touched the sun And as the mystic orbit pulls to swing her back around She smiles with the grace of god ....now the long fall back to earth Back to the mother that made her Back to the daughter of nature reborn Back to the cradles of time
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