Tag Archives: Poetry

Falling Star

The fire that sparks after twilight,
Illuminating the angst of the distant moon;
Perturbing the shadows of the night,
Dancing in the rhythm of a croon.

But once its flare reaches zenith,
Rival heaves the star to drown;
Leaving nothing but willows,
Leaving nothing but frown.

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Blind Spot

I was caught off guard.

I was captured by your reasoning and comprehension. It was my fault that I cannot coast along your level of maturity. That was the longest 48 hours of unreconciled altercate (and still counting). How I really wanted to revert back on what has been said. Unfortunately, I cannot.