Poems & Musings,  Writing

Petals or Stars for Company

Let me not be a flower,

With delicate blooms the sheerness of dreams,

And a fondness for gentle touches,

Or the longing to have my scent admired.

Instead, let me be a comet

Streaking through the night sky, 

Unashamed of my fire; dazzling, daring all to see.

And yet….mysterious.

Cold.

Untouchable. 

Sara Myriad

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