Galaxy
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1 min readMar 14, 2018
The rhythm of the palm tree leaves
Is one of lingering caressing moves.
Gentle slow swinging,
A lifetime of calming thoughts
Cannot begin to describe it.
Maybe we sway
On a giant palm tree
Us insignificant ants
Living on a speck of dirt
In the infinite depths
We call Galaxy.
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