The rustling of the leaves.
The pitter-patter of the rain as it falls. Drops of water trickle on the ground as they form puddles and coalesce into a single stream running downhill.
The footsteps of a girl, and the sound of twigs crunching beneath her feet. The wind blowing her black hair into the air.
Silence.
Gunshots are fired.
A mother cries out in agony.
A child wails.
Lightning strikes, as thunder booms ahead.
An ear-piercing scream tears through the air.
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• lost stars
PoetryWe are stars. Every one of us. A fire burns inside us, so strong that it in the end it will destroy us. We are stars that have lost their twinkle, their light. We are stars that need to be rekindled, relighted. We are stars and we have lost our ligh...
