Celeste
born a heavenly body
not of her own,
corrupted
by a harsh world,
hiding her homeland,
looking up
to divine guidance;
starburst heart,
supernova,
her star trail aura
a light to all
doused,
she fades slowly,
blinking out
a glimmer
in a charcoal eye,
a falling comet
reduced to embers,
a dying orb
returning to a heavenly body
(April, 2016)
Image by A Owen from Pixabay
Thistle Thoughts 
star trail aura…charcoal eye…good 😊😊
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Hey, lady. How are you guys doing?
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Hi, Tre! We’ve made it through. Occasional coughing but we’re both doing much better! ❤️
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Thank goodness. This is good news! 🙏🏾💙
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Definitely!
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How is your brother doing?
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Much better, thank you.
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So good to hear!
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This poem was a visual treat! Short and sweet!
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Thanks for reading, Dominic
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Welcome Jennifer!
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Woot woot! Love this style. Visual imagery and concision on flex 🙂
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Thank you!
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Just beautiful!
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Thank you
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Beautiful poem 🖤
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Thank you
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