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Lost
by Uriel TovarStars falling
on a midnight sky
Wind's blowing
but I don't know why
You are even here.
Come crash
Into my throne.
Come fall
upon my crown
of pebbles and tin. 12/04/2004 Posted on 12/04/2004
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/07/04 at 01:02 PM the beauty and the simplicity in this is as rare to capture as that elusive fawn in the forest and you have done so and gently. |
| Posted by Mike Loftis on 12/08/04 at 12:48 AM "Stars falling
on a midnight sky"
By using the word "on" instead of "from" you've taken an overused phrase and made it new. The difference is subtle but, in my mind, brilliant. Exceptional piece.
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| Posted by Shonda Chrissonberry on 12/08/04 at 01:06 AM I don't know how many times I have came back to this piece. Never have any words to describe how it makes me feel, so I retreat. And then it beckons once again. Beautiful. |
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