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Dear stars,
Great art thou on the mat of the sky
Suppose you beneath me,I would love to trek upon
How wonder it would be
Or to picketh thee like small stones
Throw thee like pebbles
What a feeling!
Alas! Suppose it is small stones I see up so
I may love to love it
Thy up there,stones down here; what a work!
For thou art small stones on the wall of sky
And small stones here art stars up there
But on mournful,gloomy nights thee refuse to show
Whereas small stones are still beneath me;
Never escape the duty Nature plants it.
- Jimson Jaat Taofik
Culled from: www.facebook.com/tragedyofjaat