Star Dust Poem by chelliah pandian
Star Dust
Talk to me
As if I was a falling star.
If falling down from the grace
I can’t steal a dream from the sky
Then when I die
Scrape my grave with a knife
For the little star dust
And blow it away in the air
For the musk of your dream
To grow wild.
Monday, October 14, 2013
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