Chance to …
You’re shinning on the starry veil,
deep and dark at the rear.
Like teardrops in the moonlight,
rather than a meteor on fire.
Thousands of stars in the heavens,
millions of grits on the earth.
How pious do I have to be ?
How arduous years do I have to pass? ___
Only to meet you ,this very grit.
With the lapse of stars, you flash into
my miraculous dream____
On account of similar melancholy
or solemn wonder.
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