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My little sister

Is a girl that breezes in the wind

Like an autumn leaf

Detached gently

From the stem

Of an apple

Attached to a tree

That seduces most

To pick the fruit

Of ancient temptation

As she sets

Herself free

To wander

Throughout time

And space

With no mission

Of urgency

She floats

Through galaxies

Past suns

That twinkle in

Her giggly smile

And shine into her

In-between eye

That beams her out

Of her spacecraft

As the photon

Of infinity

Delivered past stars

That brighten her path

And navigate her light

To the place she calls

Home.