Sunday, 22 June 2008


I held onto the star
That hung itself,
From the nocturnal sky.
Mourning a silent night,
I held on.

The star twinkled-
A bright, astral glow.
Tossed me, high and low,
A final sway, and good bye.

Struck out,
The vacuous aura
Of the deceased star.
Fell back, I did

I had saved the star
Long until I stayed awake,
Eyes open wide, holding it in.

And as my eyes did finally blink,
The star dropped down-

A blissful tear.

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