Does she see a cloud in the sky that looks like something
What kind of places does her mind go to
Maybe she is restless or angry about something
Doesn't she know that when she looks at the stars and the moon
That there is no distance between that separates others
Who also look at the same thing
Her eyes can see
But can she fly
Where does she fly to if she can
Where would she fly to if she cannot
Still her voice is silent
Will she allow me in
Or if not will she allow anyone entrance
This is the paradox that has been set
In mystery she gazes out the window
Leaving all in wonder
In the presence of a glaring moon
~Moses~
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