Ted's oak tree

Hanan Adi

Germany

Impressionist.

A word is worth a thousand pictures.

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Count the Stars

January 28, 2016

PROMPT: Open Prompt

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That coldest of nights when we lay out-of-door
You told me each star was the mark that a soul
Had lived out its lot and was with us no more.
I wept like the rain; you could not me console.

Yet ever outside did you lay us again
To mark all the marks of the Folk of Before;
I always ceased count at a dozen and ten
Though calmly as stone would you count hundred-score.

Thus do I wonder: you weep like the rain
To see the meek gleam of a single star more;
Like all you have seen do I glitter the same
So count me in too, then count on as before.

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  • Hanan Adi

    This is to a very kindly Jeremy H. who has reviewed this piece for me: thank you so much! I love your encouragement and your sincerity! You are invited to all my other pieces, and I hope to publish more soon (people like you make me more eager to).

    All the best,
    Hanan A.


    about 2 years ago