I’ve nothing else — to bring, You know

I’ve nothing else — to bring, You know —
So I keep bringing These —
Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars
To our familiar eyes —

Maybe, we shouldn’t mind them —
Unless they didn’t come —
Then — maybe, it would puzzle us
To find our way Home —

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  1. frumpo says:

    Because something is familiar it is not valued, even though it is wonderful.

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