She was a star.
Not visible in the day
But there to guide during
The darkest of hours.
She was a star.
It would be millennia
Before one knew
She had long faded into oblivion.
She was a star,
Who loved the moon.
Tragically beautiful,
Painfully out of reach.
She was a star.
Though she shone bright,
He never noticed her,
For to him, she was one of many.
She was a star,
I was a lone traveller,
Who longed her
Twinkling glory.
She was star,
I was an astronomer,
She was my only reason,
My sole purpose.
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Golden Magnolia
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote about my Golden Magnolia. I own all of the poems and the cover.
