[Poetry] Stars On Their Strings

She asked for a star, not the biggest or the brightest,
But a runt of a star that might be overlooked.

He tugged at the strings that rose up to the sky,
And at the end of one was a little star, hooked.

It flickered hesitantly, but she cupped it tightly,
And whispered, “you shine brightly enough for me.”

Β© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] Stars On Their Strings”

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