An evocative poem from Lily that celebrates the bitter-sweet pathos of life.
Jetting through space a star stopped in its tracks and played statue.
It simply forgot to twinkle merrily
It had selective amnesia!
The twinkle in the eyes was missing
Its eyelids drooped and its lashes glistened with dew drops of unshed tears
The star was forlorn
It was lost in the vast firmament
It decided to become
A shooting star!
Pic from Net.
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