Where the falling stars go
Only a fool would think they simply burn up in the atmosphere
Fallen stars floating down
Come to land in
Wild imaginings
The secret lives
Behind our eyes
The place the impossible
Happens
The place of miracles and
Magic.
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What dull lifeless fool
(Who only exists)
Said they burn up
In the atmosphere?
_
Who never felt
Where they went
After that?
_
Who never felt
The path of fallen stars
In their mind
Looking up into the night?
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For this poem and many more, you can find my latest book The Jungle Waits in ebook and paperback on this link (or the local Amazon site for the country you happen to be in) : https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CMXPXT8S
About the Creator
Roderick Makim
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
For more: www.roderickmakim.com
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Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
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Ah, so this is the Source. 🤩
Okay, I like this one...