Heaven fell down.
The sound drifted
For miles
A hush, a lisp,
A windswept kiss,
Cold stars scattered
White pearls of ash.
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Prickmedainty Poetry
PoetryFor all those who broke their glass slipper and still search for stars in the shards.
Wonderland
Heaven fell down.
The sound drifted
For miles
A hush, a lisp,
A windswept kiss,
Cold stars scattered
White pearls of ash.
