behold . . .
I behold
with a shaking hand
the universe
hovering in the sky
above me
the giant oaks
are small
the stars
are large
while I
am nothing
but the dust
shed casually
by greatness
~
Some blurry backyard stars, as promised to Cheryl a couple of days ago.
Frank Prem Poetry 
Thank you! Truly beautiful, Frank!
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My pleasure, Cheryl.
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Your poem captures the feeling of being awestruck by the night sky perfectly!
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A great balance of insignificance and untouchable beauty. I usually read and re read your verses to capture the moment
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