nandini00
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The Fallen Sky
The sky did not fall apart at once.
It started to lean over,
quietly,
like sadness entering a room
without saying anything.
The birds figured it out
before we people did.
They started flying lower,
their wings spreading rumors
the wind did not want to talk about.
I was standing under the sky
with my hands open,
as if giving up
could also become prayer.
Clouds moved slowly
across my chest,
dragging their shadows behind them.
All the memories
I had kept hidden inside me
started to come out,
like dust rising
after the rain.
My loved one,
sometimes the sky falls
not to hurt us,
but to teach us something,
how to make light
from the bad things that happen.
And when the last star
touched the earth,
I did not try to run.
I called the star
by my own name.
The sky did not fall apart at once.
It started to lean over,
quietly,
like sadness entering a room
without saying anything.
The birds figured it out
before we people did.
They started flying lower,
their wings spreading rumors
the wind did not want to talk about.
I was standing under the sky
with my hands open,
as if giving up
could also become prayer.
Clouds moved slowly
across my chest,
dragging their shadows behind them.
All the memories
I had kept hidden inside me
started to come out,
like dust rising
after the rain.
My loved one,
sometimes the sky falls
not to hurt us,
but to teach us something,
how to make light
from the bad things that happen.
And when the last star
touched the earth,
I did not try to run.
I called the star
by my own name.
