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The Sparrow
Cold and alone on a clear, starless night,
I looked to the skies for a glint of light.
Wind whipping my hair, biting my skin.
A clear, black sky, but not a star within.
And then I see it flash through the sky,
On my feet to chase it before it goes by.
But what is this? A bird bathed in light.
A sparrow with a star, flying by night.
I could hear the faint chirps, the nearer I drew,
Thinking, "surely, your eyes are deceiving you."
Nothing left to this Earth but fire and ash
And little children wishing for stars to pass.
But this sparrow was special, why I don't know,
But he'd captured that star, with it's twinkling glow.
I whimpered softly and watched from afar,
As that sparrow flew off with the last shooting star.
Cold and alone on a clear, starless night,
I looked to the skies for a glint of light.
Wind whipping my hair, biting my skin.
A clear, black sky, but not a star within.
And then I see it flash through the sky,
On my feet to chase it before it goes by.
But what is this? A bird bathed in light.
A sparrow with a star, flying by night.
I could hear the faint chirps, the nearer I drew,
Thinking, "surely, your eyes are deceiving you."
Nothing left to this Earth but fire and ash
And little children wishing for stars to pass.
But this sparrow was special, why I don't know,
But he'd captured that star, with it's twinkling glow.
I whimpered softly and watched from afar,
As that sparrow flew off with the last shooting star.
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Fairly old piece, I believe this was written in late 2010/early 2011.
I won't tell you what any of my writing symbolizes or is "about," because I feel like the reader's interpretation is where all the fun is!
No critique, thank you.
I won't tell you what any of my writing symbolizes or is "about," because I feel like the reader's interpretation is where all the fun is!
No critique, thank you.
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