The Star Poem by Roman Pines

The Star



Someone has died below,
and the star shoots from above.
The sky slowly lets it go
like the foliage shed by the park.

Giving the star till dawn
to fall from the height
and roam the earth
and gleam among leaves like a firefly.

Into beauty’s domain we’ll depart,
disappear in the beauty’s grove,
when the stars’ Shalom from above
shall resound below.

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