You point
No one looks
In different directions
Nobody cares
Every finger is connected
No one gives a thought
When I die
Few would know
A finger in the dark
Who would see
One so many
Too many to care
Unless perhaps
When the light aligns
A finger alit
Evokes ten thousand rays...
Shimmering stars...
Overflowing joy...
Shadows and flowers
Waltzing eternally
Along my windy
Winding path
[Footnote: If you are feeling down, tired, unappreciated disillusioned and lost, go for a walk, find a quiet spot, sit under a tree and be still. You could pluck from under the canopy your first guiding star that you have found a long time ago, get refreshed and walk with inner joy in your heart.]
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