Starless


I roamed about a starless sky
To find a recognition,
Sitting on the edge of the moon
Was a lone magician.

He called to me, 'What's your star?'
As he floated into view,
I replied, 'The lucky one,
Now that I've found you'.



Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-25 at 10:31

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Individuality
this brought a smile, short and whimsical. i agree it could be made into something more but also it stands fine as it is.
2007-03-25


stevelee
Waiting for round 2 of this one, its one of those poems I feel has been posted before its conclution. or is just me simply wanting more?
2007-03-25


Dan Cederholm
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Wonderful to read this poem . . .

I love when people write about

kosmos and make metafores out of

it . . . The magician on the edge of

the moon and the star called the

lucky one is so cool to read about

Very Good, Dan

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2007-03-25