A child stands outside
Under the evening sky
A flashlight in hand
Pointing up to the night
Carrying oneself along a beam of light
Imagining the infinite

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I can just imagine this
This is how I feel childlike when I gazing up at the night sky.
Thanks, and I too feel that way and always wonder as I point my flashlight up into the night is there someone out there who can see it. Maybe the folks on the space station
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I love this!
Thank you
lovely pic and i loved the poem as well π
Thank you for your kind words