They come in my dream when slumber breaks,
they come in tip toe and go away silently,
the weird watch-circuit conveys me who are they.
I remain silent, a ‘hello’ stay unaddressed,
I do not want them to know- they are caught.
How many are they in my own galaxy?
It will be a million dollar question,
and I let them come unflaunted.
They love my orbit, so peep in and stroll,
To see my works sleep in serenity.
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