How I Felt Your MigrationA Poem by AstroThis is a reply to a gift, a word for an ear, a song.How I Felt Your Migration I often wonder if it's but
a dream painted on the back of a dragonfly I saw in a postcard tacked on a wall
of someone else's life. Then the moon replenishes and the darkness begins to
fade and I am holding crystal wings on the edge of my nose once again. Words,
colorful words, meaningful words cut from my heart and fall like diamonds upon
the page once again, shining and marvelous. The righted ship with uneven
ballast free until the next wave overtakes it. And still...I can only type the
words and fall upon your graces and the graces of others. © 2013 AstroReviews
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Compartment 114
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