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Quiet Times
What do you think
When you look up
At the stars,
Meander through
Far away thoughts,
Picture places and things,
Interesting isn’t it,
Thousands of theories,
Ideas about the mystery
Of it all,
Why do you always
Drift into my mind
When I think about
Things mystic, magic,
Secrets unknown,
What is the connection
With you,
And how do you
Squeeze my heart,
Run my spine
Right out of the blue,
Especially in your
Quiet times.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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