A Childhood Memory Affixed to Verse

Untitled – a poem written by me as a child


And then the wind blew,

scattered the stars in the sky,

The great storm shook,

In infinite anger.


As the cold wind slowed to a breeze,

dust and light entwined,

jumped and danced.

The red nebula glowed,

feasted on new life.


Small dust balls glittered in the light,

brought sliver on the tree,

twinkled and laughed.

The blue sun shuddered,

bringing gold in the void.


One star flickered,

cried out its joy,

for the beginning of space-time.

The black heavens silently dreamt,

of future green waterfalls.


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