She sits without apprehension
a silver tail makes its way across the sky
the wind has tucked itself in for the night
and she blinks twice and yawns
My little girl, in the tattered shirt
that used to belong to a bearded man
asks if we can make a wish
before it falls too far away
I'm wide awake, she says,
the world is still spinning too fast
tell it to slow down then, I say,
and she laughs
if you look close enough,
the fire gives her eyes a different color
that looks a little less like mine
with a spark I never gave her
what are you wishing for,
I ask, and she takes in a dramatic sigh
closes her eyes and waits
for the star to fall in her hands
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Denouement
Poetry...And a bow to mark her denouement. Everyone is at a different part of their journey, but sometimes a person's beginning can feel like the end. Know that, no matter who you are, you stand at the precipice of an amazing future. Dip your toes into th...
