....carve their bright holes in the all pervasive blanket
and weld their way through the thickness of night's cover,
like little, shining thoughts that circumambulate
within the nucleus of the mind,
they touch, appeal, connect, merge,
they whisper, convince, survey, argue;
like little dots of geometry, they merge into tangibility,
and like little drops of rain, they tell you the story
of
You and Me!
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