A shooting star from the heavens began to glide
Down, across the dim weary reflection
Of light beaming from a hide out;
It went darting dipping now in pride,
Making viewing souls seek benediction,
Waving their open palms round about;
Fear sought relief from destruction and death
While Hope spattered as bubbles of charm;
The dull null mind heeded no whit;
A poet's sleeping idea found it's breath,
Ruffled and thawed as it became warm
And got into the fill of a zealous pen, fit
The space and path, free for a drag
Found it scribbling and dancing in a zigzag
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"Fear sought relief from destruction and death" marvellous expression. Lovely poem. Top score