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It rained stars last night
Over a black umbrella
They rolled across darkness
Scatter like silver marbles
Bumping quietly against the blue moon
Mysterious coinciding their downward travel
In random circles
Solitary and circumstantial fervor
Touching my horizon
Then breaking apart.
With pittance of a mixture
Pixy dust and diamond sparkle
The lapse of consciousness creates a fugitive
Escaping the compunction of life....

poem by Howard Johnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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