It fell;
Like a drop of water
On the expanse of a sea.
Albeit beautiful, sweet chaos,
It was destruction.
It raged;
Across the prussian sky,
Lit by millions of stars.
Seems ridiculously stunning,
The death of something bright.
It dropped;
Dipping between fluff,
And the starry dusk.
Felt peaceful,
The ruin of a source of light.
It rushed;
Along a plethora of bright dots
That were crowding the winter night.
Like a shining star,
Shooting across the dark.
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A/N : This poem is brought to you by a teen who is tired of her parents saying that she can't write about positive thangs.
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You peeps know what I say about criticism *winks*
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