Indeed, she’s a
once-in-a-lifetime
shooting star;
fleeting, cutting
through the
night sky.

What joy to
have seen
such fire.
What misery
to know she
will never
be mine.

I lock myself up
Through away the keys
Trap the creativity inside
Force the inner child to grow up
Only to feel a empty void
A lost connection with myself
Needed to be creative
That releases that inner kid
The spark of life I finally need
For the first time ever
I feel whole with myself
Don't loss that inner child

There stood an imaginary, invisible houri fairy
As a bride under a maple tree
Dressed in prism-hued layers
of chiffon in ethereal shimmers
and delicate silken gossamers
She having her weeny wedding in the fall
And fairy folk bustled about all round her
as flimsy and flighty as they could be
while saffron leaves fell down upon her
in ceremonial nuptial
An autumn's ritual
and as nature's pretty confetti!

Branches denuded
Yet autumn's august
for the wilting's
ravishing!
The willowy fairy
almost drowned
in henna fallen maple leaves
Playing hide 'n'seek with a browny brownie groom
camouflaged in the heap
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