KINDRED by Roxane Llanque Some voyagers run on sunlight. June winds swirl in their laugh they dance on sea spray planes conducting jungle soil to sing they rise their souls to welkin. Other voyagers run on starlight. They breathe in ragtag nebulas hitch-hike with shooting stars they orbit Mars, then Mercury yearning to reach Andromeda. You see those unlike voyagers? When they behold each other and reach out with a smile it sparks that celestial fire that lights up the everdark.
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