My mind drifted off today in Literature and I couldn't get this one image out my mind. There is this one scene in the movie Howl's Moving Castle where all these stars are falling down. Also the margin note on the bottom of the page I was reading was talking about how circles are the symbol of perfection because they have no beginning and no end. So I wrote a poem based off of these two things:
All the circles of the night
Fall amongst the morning light
And kiss the rocking waves
Before breaking into dull fragments
A hand reaches out to catch just one
Forgotten piece gently drifting down
And it dizzily dances around the outstretched fingers
And bursts into a thousand burning colors
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