Sonnet #22

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So far away and still I don't know what,

what is in store when absent me.

It talks to stars and bids them down to come

tonight they're still just known as glowing fleas.

So bright above they glitter as they shine,

the snow falls slow on top my growing head.

They're all a staircase for my dreams to climb

no reasons now to stay inside the fence.

The future's waiting high above the trees,

up in the sky, the silver star Polaris.

in for closure live inside a peace,

in wanders time who travels with the fairest.

    A distance strays amidst the dancing days

    to keep lush dreams from getting their escape

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