Burning orbs of pure white light
are relics of the stars at night.
Or floating shards of mirrors glazed
reflecting off the Luna's rays.
Or maybe swarms of fireflies
dancing in the velvet skies.
But wait! there's whispers in the air
a choir of angel's, young and fair
who sing to the dots that gleam and glimmer
like glittering diamonds that sparkle and shimmer
like an army of candles that burn incandescent
painting a glow that leaves eyes flourescent
So when small shooting stars fall down from the skies
be sure that you follow it's path with your eyes
make a big wish and let's hope it comes true
noone will know except me and you.
A contest entry
- Poetry! by luna-midnight.
1800 points, ended January 24, 22 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you think?
Comments
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there is a pain inside my heart as I read this..maybe you know why.
but it is beautiful..very beautiful
lovel job and thanks so much for entering
Stephanie ♥ -
This was beautiful.. A peaceful and joyful write. something that one could read over and over again! bravo! best of luck in the contest
Angel
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