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A Fallen Droplet, A Kind Girl
Natasha Mazerolle /  Fri, 15 Apr 2022

A drop of light fell from the sky

and landed in a puddle,

its ripple no larger than an eye.

How did within this puddle,

the drop come to lie?

T’was a mere result

of the sun’s mournful cry;

for the moon, her friend,

left her alone up high.

That’s how the drop fell,

that is why.

Then came a young girl

with hair that smelt of fire

who brought a small cup

and marched without tire.

With a fell swoop, she plucked the drop

And lifted the light higher.

“You are the brightest shine, by far,”

Said the girl, with her eyes to the sky.

“Welcome home, my favourite star.”