Dancing on a moonbeam, They ask,
“What if we go to Earth next?”
They scoff.
“I’ve never known of
A more toxic planet.”
“I’ve heard of two,” they reply.
“And besides, they have Love there.”
“What,” they asked,
An immortal soul bewildered, “is that?”
“It’s this,” they say,
Gesturing to all of the Universe.
“But you feel it.”
“What is feeling?
That sounds terrible.”
“I agree.
But every being who has ever gone
Tells that the Love made it worth the trip.”
“I suppose it’s worth a try.
Let’s go.”
Helen "HP" Rivers 
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