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People, places

nameless faces

Planets, stars

cold, dark spaces

Flowers, fragrance

leaves countless

History, science

antiquity documented

Each forgot to note

any of them separate

All clubbed in

just one basket

A crowd, a tree,

a piece of firmament

If flowers could blossom

and stars twinkle

without leaves

or darkness to make them

and heroes couldn't need

the crowd to save them