The Fall of a Star
/When stars fall, no one can lift them up
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They were tracking that faded star
The man with a Rolls-Royce car
A pioneer of the Lost Property bar.
They found him
Not treading on that silky red carpet
But strolling around this city market.
Ignorant of men,
The steps were firm
He took on that ageless look
With a penchant for self-pity.
To Musso and Frank, he headed
And perched on a chair
Sipping the glasses of his fall
Neglecting the men he’d never call
Muzzle flashes were disturbing his quietness
Like the leaning wall
He felt the need to quit…
By Anissa Sboui
From: Tunisia