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Dec 2016
Brought up by fate,
As miracles from the carcasses remain;
Melted down by the Sun,
Heavily molded by the suffocation of none.

She grew up with nothing else,
Than the ever-burning star for company;
Void of everything but hope,
For the foreign feeling of being wanted.

The allusion from the radiation,
Made her dream of heraldic luminescence;
To be a necessity for existence,
And finally find the purpose of her own.

As the darkness hover over,
Comes the dejection of the recognition;
That a shooting star like her,
Was meant to crash and burn eventually.
Hello!  I am Amorphous Scintilla, and is very thrilled to be able to share my poems with all of you here in Hello Poetry.

Burn will be my very first poem published online. It is about someone who keeps on devoting her life into finding who she is oblivious of what she destined to become.

Thank you for reading it. I hope to share more poems in the future.

Again, thank you.

Anne Scintilla
Written by
Anne Scintilla  18/F/Philippines
   Pagan Paul
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