A shooting star.
Was filled with hope
Dreamed silver dreams,
Life was bright
Pastel shades coloured my nights
And the days were white.
My grasp was light
The star slipped through
Leaving stardust behind;
The olive greens and vandyke browns
Sang their dirge through all the smoke
And in my head, ablaze streams
Thrashed their way about.
The soft small spark was gone,
And when the storm ceased
In nature, all life was stilled,
And I was left all alone with me.
When
even the flowers burned,
The
last flower broke my back.
My
eyes were scared
Of all alive, of beauty and of life.
Then life gave a goal,
An oasis amidst the silent burning sands.
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