Vagrant Skies

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Lonesome star travellers collide;
The squawking of billions heard,
Individual groups seperate, reform,
expand and extend
Growing populous

Out of all this mass cohesion
we gone bonded by love
tethered to affection
touched by fate

Yet to be together is true,
vagrants across the nights sky
watching the billions with their
jealous squawking
for they not know our language