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Tell me about the stars,” she said. “Their shimmering sparkling Scream shining.  Only remnants? How can that be?” she asked.
“What perhaps is,” I said “Or perhaps what once was, Screams, as you say, across the universe, Finding its way to a minute opening In both time and space, Into the inner circle of your vision And beyond, where By the time you cherish the star, It may be alive in the heavens or maybe not.

“So stars are different from love,” she said. “For love may at times Scream across the great expanse, The universe of you and me,  But unlike the stars, The love we see, The love we cherish, The love that plays rhythms, Rhythms on our hearts<