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Bridge streetlamps and long dead stars
Strange bedfellows of the night
Both offering back
From moon mirrored river
Commingled reflections shimmering
In soft golden light
Small voyage
From green patinated lampposts
To river's oil slick canvas below
Light conjoined in abandon
From rays of ancient orbs
Of once fiery giants
Now reduced to mellow glow
From stars long dead
Now no more
Than cinders and gas
Long since returned
To stardust whose light
In eternal flight
Yet reflects in river's
…looking glass…
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In eternal flight! Thanks for sharing.