Tip toeing ’round a tree of thoughts,
the one that has spheres like planets;
each orbiting inside a branch of a galaxy,
I go,
with my eyes,
looking
from bottom up,
seeing
some lights as brights as stars,
surrounded by
big,
red
bow ties
as if the bow ties
were
a Chelsea
for the lost
to be guided onto the path
that leads
to
the
biggest
of
the stars

Jesus Christ

or

the angel
that lights
the path

on the Christmas Pine.

Written by: L.L.

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