© Kapsata

I stood on the shoulders
Of a short but tall-in-mind wanderer.
I was like on top of mount Everest.
Oh! What a paradise it was to gaze.

My eyes diffracted through his eye's lens,
Like a telescope they were.
Until dusk would I wait and it was all sorted.
From Andromeda Nebula to the Crevices of the Moon,
All were gazed as in a mirror.
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