Shooting Star Poem by Maria Yang
Shooting Star
Good fortune a shooting star they say,
bringing hope it may.
Little did they know
from Death's hand them were sow.
Each streak a finishing end,
yet not one story we comprehend.
Perhaps not so terrible thing is Death,
Who steals Life's sweet, fresh Breath.
It is He,
keeping Time going the Key.
Without Life,
there is no Death's strife.
Without Death,
people know not of Life's precious Breath.
Beautiful philosophical piece of poetry elegantly brought forth in good diction with insight. A witty reflection on life set aside for honest contemplation. Thanks for sharing Maria.
The hidden pains behind glory is nicely depicted in this poem Welcome to Poem Hunter
A great start with a nice poem, Maria Y. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
An insightful piece of poetry nicely embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Maria.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Key is in us but the master is out today. Good description