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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #2196756
All about perspective. What is viewed as "freedom" to one might not be to another.
There it is
That small blue planet
I’ve not beheld her azure brightness
Her wisps of cloud
In almost a century
But have remembered her

Like that white dwarf star
He too is locked in memory
I greet him when I’m journeying
Beyond Neptune

They envy me
Who long to gaze upon the wonders
That I, of all their named celestials,
Have witnessed firsthand

I am Halley’s
Thousands of years a muse
For those that put pen to page
Inked erroneously
my name
to conjure images of freedom

I weep for them my cold tears
I weep for myself
For endless years
Bound to my orbit
Passing planet, moon, and star
To the child that is the Universe
a firefly in a jar

(28 lines).
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