David Domansky

(Monroe, Michigan)

Falling Stars - Poem by David Domansky

Desert lady,
clothed with the sun.
Night has fallen,
so glad you come.
Desert lady,
clothed with the sun.
Stars around your head
have you on the run.
Graceful diversion,
Queen on the run.
Protecting royal babies,
waiting for the Son.
Night is so cold,
So glad you come,
Protecting royal babies,
Queen on the run.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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