To catch a falling star

They said it was wise to catch a falling star and keep it in my pocket for a rainy day,
in case I ever need its brightness to guide me on some dark dreary way.

But she sparkled so brilliant, beautiful and hot, that I could not bear to put her away.

Today I laugh with mirt and joy, and revel in life’s fragrant bouquet,
knowing that if that dark day were to come, today’s memories would disperse the grey.

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In response to Sonya’s Three Line Tales, Week 85 challenge based on a photo by Matt Palmer via Unsplash