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  • Lorraine Johnson

[8] A Dream

Once I saw a fleeting star and watched it from afar

It seemed adrift, meandering— intentioned, not astray

I thought it something beautiful, unable to be touched

Until one day it came to me, appearing just as such.

And there I came to know it—my very own dream upfront

So known and formed, though not from far—yet fleeting ever just.

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