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“The Guardian”

Oh, the far reaches of the earth

past the moon and stars,

The galaxy awaits, home to none.

Oh, the far reaches of the earth

past the wind, hail, and sun,

the galaxy awaits, home to none.

Oh, there she stands,

cloaked in stars and swirling lights,

for all is watched, in a place of dark, where

The galaxy awaits, home to none.

Oh, there she hopes,

though no one knows,

she belongs nowhere,

the galaxy awaits, home to none.

Oh, look up I pray,

though you will not see,

her presence lives in a floating space, where

the galaxy awaits, home to none.

–Tamara Rokicki

 

 

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