There was an owl, and a mail sometime later, with a prompt to get home soon. It was once home, and will always be. But barely did it strike then that your voice nor my name will ever be heard thereon. The why was never answered and it’ll remain so.
A new star studded to the dark sky. It began to burn fiercely with that fuel of the pain it left behind on the earth. It is still as bright as the first day even after years, as if the fuel never depleted and is far from running out.
The first impression might last or even fade. It is after all a matter of age. But, the last impression lasts longer, making one yearn for that one last time!
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The last stanza is so powerful and hard-hitting. Job well done on this post, my friend!
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So beautifully written and deep.
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