Space is Calling
By Martin Tomlinson
The dancing of space surrounds me
Moving an empty catalyst
Its blackness envelops me
Counting the stars as they dance by
We are lost to the empty
All around voices call
To join their symphony
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Nice... Although I would have enjoyed seeing you push it further to see where else the poem would/could take us, this was well done. A very soft and gentle descriptive poem... worth reading at least a few times.
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