stars shine to show the way
drawing my paths on earth
I set out,
I set out to meet you, you traveller
casting shadows of my past after,
I sing joyfully when memories come
even then, you hastily return to me
when days travel, I observe lovely lights
and hope in poems, to write of homecoming
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