
I caught a falling star
What else could I do
I cupped it gently in my palm
To hold and give to you
But as I held it
It grew bright
So, I thought I’d let it fly away
I reached up high
Towards the sky
But, in my palm, it stayed
I said, “You’re free! You can go!”
It only stared at me
Then words unspoken
Pierced my heart
Where once was misery
And something happened
Then and there
Within my very core
Deep inside
This broken soul
Is brokenness – no more
We all need this falling star some or other time in our life. Beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much! ;-)))
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Wonderful! I was immediately reminded of the old song “Catch a Falling Star.”
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Me too… I almost didn’t write it because of that, but obviously changed my mind! Thank you, Liz!
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You can always put your own twist on an old chestnut!
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What… Poetic license and all that jazz? Ha
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😀
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Very pretty – the story reminds me somewhat of that Andy Griffith show episode where Opie has the birds. It ends very differently, but the release and freeing of the star reminded me of it.
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That’s cool that it brought forth a memory… 👍👍👍
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I love this!
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Awe… Thank you, Michelle!
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Oh WOW!!!! Kev! This is brilliantly beautiful to the core! 🙂
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Thank you, dear friend!❤️
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This is beautiful! I myself started a blog where I post poetries. Would love for you to visit 🌹
https://blogunseen.com/
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I have, and I really like your writing style! Welcome!!!
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Thank You ! Means a lot ❄🌸
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My pleasure!
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