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Of Becoming
Thousands and thousands
Tiny spots of light
Glowing so brightly
Pulsing with new life
Slowly becoming
Reaching for the stars
Now coalescing
For now to be ours
Taking solid form
A face drawn with love
Arms to enfold us
A gift from above
As time always does
Ours one day will end
We’ll once more be light
‘Till we form again.
(C) Candace
