Telescope

Wet street under a sky scrapped rainbow.

Cowshed under December rainclouds.

A million miles away.

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Celestial fires are the night’s stars

Like emotions unwritten on paper,

The spaces diminishing both.

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Cold hearts inside warm jackets.

Stray dogs starve in howling night.

The poor go up only in balance.

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I’ve been in these two worlds

And…

The other has always been the greener.

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