You mothers and fathers of the sun
You sisters and brothers of the moon
All you numberless out there in the world
Your will that works in consequences
Your heart always picking up the pieces
Do you think I feel nothing
About what you think of me do you
Feel nothing of what I think of you
That when I look at you
I feel both particle and whole
Mountains filled with snowflakes
The gratitude of feeling small
As you are small my love
Held up against the stars
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