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The night is beautiful out there,

It is clear and pure.

Twinkling stars are strewn across the firmament,

Moon is looking down on me.

He was the only one who has seen my latest tears.....

The moon and my friend...

 

“Listen to me, my oaken friend,

today I am not weeping out of frustration, self-doubt nor sadness,

this night I am coming to share my tears of joy with you.

I have friends,

People who do not ask,

Who do not judge me.

Have I come home at last?

After roaming so many sites and webrings,

Have I come home at last?

No words that I need a professional, nor other words of discrimination.

No words that my kind is not welcome.

Do not shake your leaves, it is no dream.

I hope so. It is hope and joy.

And I hope there is more to come.”

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Comment by Sapphire EarthSpirit on February 21, 2012 at 3:55pm

I really like your poem. Thank you for sharing.

Comment by Shantar on February 21, 2012 at 5:31pm

You are welcome. Thanks for liking it.

Comment by Shantar on February 21, 2012 at 11:48pm

Thanks for you being here :)

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