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Bright Idea

Dancing
on my
aimless
head.
Stardust
sprinkles
swiftly
shed.

Gripping
relief
from old
dread.
Dusty
wishes
quickly
spread.

Whispered
soft clues
my mind
said,
instant
knowledge
my soul
read.

Running
on the
thinnest
thread.
Lighting
pathways
as steps
tread.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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