used to believe the stars came from hearts of fireflies, carrying forgotten dreams to the G-d beneath the darkness,
perhaps a speck of pixie-dust glittering off an enchanted lash, awed at the mother of pearl moon.
but now, from the embers near the woods, i wonder why they lie scattered, like angry, rebuffing friends
or perhaps a thousand glaring eyes indifferent to the pain playing down here, deaf to the tunes of destructions.
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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Thoughts and words easily expressed in a beautiful way. Very nice!
Oh wow, short yet impactful! Thanks for sharing this~
Absolutely beautiful. Stars came from the hearts of fireflies and awed at the mother of pearl moon. Absolutely Stunning and beautiful poem. Nicely Done!!!
This is so beautiful and haunting! Welcome back btw😝
Powerful metaphors here, T.