When the First Star Fell
… the clouds fled.
That lone star,
that fell.
So free.
A splash and then
its ripple came,
and the sea was quieted
by the night.
Shining starlight
was its special gift.
And no one knew —
in the dark the sun exists.
written for PB’s “create a myth or story” about falling stars. ©️ Misky 2019
It's Still Life 
10 responses to “About Those Falling Stars”
Nice light (but at the same time deep…) touch here Misky. I enjoyed this – thank you…
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Thank you very much.
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Hopeful-ish ending is great!
“And no one knew —
in the dark the sun exists.”
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Thanks!
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Mysteriously beautiful.
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without knowing everything, faith has a chance to work its magic. beautiful poem.
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Nice lines: “and the sea was quieted
by the night.” I hope the sun survives all that.
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Yes, it does.
Seeing is not always believing.
😊
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Oh we just have to trust the fact that in depth of night the sun still shines.
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I like the lovely ecstatic essence of this piece?
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