Еternity was soft.
Her bushy tail
Was not much longer than
The tail of a squirrel.
She made my laps her nest
Contained to stay,
Enjoying warm last rays
Of light. It was surreal.
Were these our Sun and Earth?
I could not say.
But she had no errands
This was clear.
She looked at me with a smile
And than away,
And there was for me
No thing more real.
I was her choosen star,
Her chosen eyes
To see the dying day
And dying time.
Meeting
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