My Meteorite

May 27, 2012
By mwurzer4 DIAMOND, Rochester, New York
mwurzer4 DIAMOND, Rochester, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Thou! thy truest type of grief is the gently falling leaf."
-Edgar Allan Poe


You fall like fire
Burning into the night,
My meteorite.

What place are you leaving
That you run so quickly?
Is yours a world of light,
My meteorite?
Or is it a dying world,
Like mine,
Suffocating in the pollution
Of its own arrogance?

What place are you going
That you run so quickly?
Is it a world of paradise,
My meteorite?
A world of green valleys,
And strong blue waters?
Or is it a withering world
That you rush off to save?

You run like fire,
O Meteorite,
Burning through the night.



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