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Falling Star

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Author: J. G. Elas

J. G. ElasSeptember 17, 2018

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Falling Star

written by: J. G. Elas

@jsphelas

It was his love
that brought me here,
it enveloped me
and wiped every tear.

It was his voice,
that had me swayed—
the way he said those words
almost like poet-made.

Strong and passionate
with less predictability,
he pulled me in with
a blink like gravity.

And I am forever fallen
in this system that was him.
All the while I plan
falling continuously;
closely and not too far,
like a found falling star.

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J. G. Elas

J. G. Elas is a writer and online content contributor and has authored an autobiographical book that narrates the life of an INFP in his early twenties. He blogs based on experiences and would highlight the fragility and tentativeness of some of the relationships he’s been in to.

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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