Sunday, February 13, 2011

Some may call it love...

A little pearl inside an eggy star



- seed for something it had clean forgot.


Pinned loosely to a flimsy sky


no idea how far it had come, how high it had got.






One day the star tilted a little


Lost balance and snapped off so easily


Plonked into a wide, wet ocean


Plunged through depths of the violet sea






Now, there’s a trembling star in a luscious pearl


- seed for something it had clean forgot


Safe and rested in a warm, blue place


Remembering from where it had come, how deep it had got


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