Sit and have a talk
Let the words fall from your mouth
Like dewdrops glinting and glistening
Reminiscent of galaxies and daydreaming
Should you get the chance to walk
Among the stars out of the south
May they give you a christening
In your world-making and way-seeking
Nebula, they call you
Or maybe, simply, Dreamer
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Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. -Psalms 100:3
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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December Rose 
Lovely poem you have here, December Rose.
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