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
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,star
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