Fly shooting star
Fly
What is a true
false
Representation of thee?
How often do you fly,
How free
is free?
Move dancer
Move
Be the nimble
sturdy
Dancer, I know you to be
Passion, compassion, focus
You know
the key
Cold fire
Cold
What place does
depression
Hold in your being?
Chilled to the bone, thaw
Seek what
you're seeing
Warm fire
Warm
Blaze hot, inspire
passion
Near and afar
Smile, smile, smile
Fly far
shooting star.
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I really like her new tattoos =]
About Me
- Cella
- Cella is currently in some far distant corner of the universe (no joke, she can see the actual corner!). Every so often she sends a communication back to Earth and it appears on this blog. No one knows how she does it, but that's the way it happens. With her odd mix of science and artsiness, she continues to do whatever she's doing in that corner of the universe (maybe selling off stars?). [any innacurate facts are purely Cella's fault]
1 comment:
I really like this poem =) I'm not too sure why. So I shall just say something lame... I feel like its encouraging and friendish. I like a good friend thing to do. It's like a book that I once read about the colour brown and how it represents friendship. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.
But, I like your poem.
=)
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