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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December Rose 
Lovely poem you have here, December Rose.
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