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The Universe Moves
The universe moves
To its own precision
Regardless of any
One decision to roll
Back time or adjust
A date, it spins and
Turns never late,
The spirit dances
To an unheard band
Playing music
We don’t understand,
It knows no state,
Religion, color,
Regardless of any
One’s lock or gate,
And yes my dear
We are all connected,
I don’t know how,
I don’t know why,
But when you come
In love at night,
I simply open up
Accept your light.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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