If the stars should ask me
Why I write no more for you;
Why I suffer no more from insufferable pain;
Why aren’t my words pregnant with poetry for you;
Why I no longer look up to you, as a mortal towards an angel of heaven.
I’ll tell them, I held you in the highest regard,
More so than the brightest of them, the Northern star.
But oh so never badly deceived was I,
For you were no more than a cold, frozen world,
Who longed not for her own Sun,
But another star of a lesser cosmic fire in a galaxy nearby.
© The Flowers of Art
Beautiful write up!
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Just felt like this so many times in the past year and a half..; one feels in the sky and then… slap down to earth…
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Wow! This is a brilliant piece of writing. I’m glad to have come across your blog and looking forward to read more!
Also I would love to hear your thoughts on my new post. Hope you do take time to read and share your views!
https://inexorablespark.wordpress.com/2018/02/04/day-five-hook-em-with-a-quote/
Thank you!
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Loved this!!!! Yes, I agree….brilliant!!!!! 🙂
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Heart wrenching and beaut
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and beautifully written…. Sorry that came in two parts! Lol…. 😉
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Whoa!I wasn’t prepared for the ending. But it’s sad and beautiful at the same time. 💕
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Beautiful metaphor and imagery. In love and light Cheryle
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I love this, this is beautiful
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Lovely dear!!
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Why I suffer no more from insufferable pain;
Must remain stubborn or full of hope or weathered beyond the must powerful storms.
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Wow so much of thought went into this piece. My favourite line-Why aren’t my words pregnant with poetry for you
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