Thursday, November 27, 2008

The Falling Star
(I am Fallen)

by Tracy Oakwood Lannie as a child

Softly and silently,
I shall leave violently.
Thrashing and crashing,
Until at last I lie still.

Brilliant and bright,
It shall be quite a sight.
Vanishing...
I am no longer seen.

And, now I am absent.
Your smile is now present.
You've experienced my great wonder;
You now love me fonder
Even though I have fallen from up yonder.

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