We are warm

and cold

All nudging against

each other

Tiny pictures

Pressed against mirrors

and held in pockets

for many years

We are all awake

In the dark

Lying in our rooms

Waiting for the moon

to shine

Like golden candlelight

We are a family

Packed with sinners

Loving in each breath

We are everything

to nothing

In an instant

In our minds

We’re unsure of the destination

Something beautiful, I’m sure

We are creators of art

We whisper only to ourselves

It doesn’t stay

It floats in the air

and goes far away

Off to distant continents

People dreaming,

People afraid

All together

All different

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