There are shooting stars up there, you know
Beyond the Earth-bound cloud
The heavens are bright with dancing lights
If our eyes could pierce the shroud
A day can seem unfathomable
And life so strange and pale
But wonders rich dance on, dance on
When glory lifts the veil
Bus Stop Musings 
Reblogged this on hfpoets and commented:
Carol captures this so well. G:)
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Thanks so much G. I appreciate the appreciation xx
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