Her own constellations came to an end
Weakly shining in the sky as she lands
Each little meteor fell as she portended
Crashing on the ground as she transcended
These were the satellite's pictures that I saw
All the little stars that disappear, I draw
The planets, the stars, the scars
No pause
As I watched the falling girl with no flaws
10 · 06 · 2022
YOU ARE READING
Falling through purple words
Poetry(...) These were the satellite's pictures that I saw All the little stars that disappear, I draw The planets, the stars, the scars No pause As I watched the falling girl with no flaws
