I’d loved the light always
and now I’m trying,
trying to fall in love,
with as many things-
as possible, and for now,
I love the dark just as much,
I have a billion companions,
only two I can call friends,
How ironical can life be
The beauty of things as such,
I shine brighter than your sun ,
when I begin to collapse,
And as you look at me,
I appear to be a mystery,
I never knew lukewarm-
I burn white hot
for my passion,
I want something special,
of my very own,
I burn with that desire,
Is that longing or is it lust?
But I have the universe –
inside me-
I am made of stardust.
~Saadia
Lovely!
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Wonderful! All so very true. We are made of stardust.
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Thanks
Agreed. π
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Omg I loved it! And that quote! Just what I needed π
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I am glad that you liked it π
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This is so beautiful.
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Thanks , Nic π
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THE ENDING- Stunning write-up Saadia. “I’m made of star dust”. I’m so impressed! Great job ! β€
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Thank you β‘ That is a great encouragement.
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Thanksβ₯ That is a huge encouragement π
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perfect, as usual.
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Woah, that is a HUGE compliment.
I’d be nowhere without anyone to read. Eternally grateful. Thanks for your kind commentβ‘β₯
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I like your writings Saadia; in this one I particularly liked the last line “I am made of stardust” – it rings some bells somehow. keep up the great work π
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If there would be more encouraging people like you , the world would be a better place π Thanks a tonne for acknowledging the work I put into my poems .
-Saadia
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