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Mere Speck

The night sky is my friend

The moon is my lamp

I bask under the darkness to see clearly

The treasured jewel called stars

But I also wait for the morning to come

The sun shine, so grand

I am there, a mere speck in the world

Yet they are still willing to put on a show for me

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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