The Little Prince



Here you can see, the stars are sinking, leaving

their mother. From the darkness, you

dive closer to the coral reefs and the fish

hug your thick fur and oversized coat.


I saw a cat running while painting

with oil paints up to the sky and found

a plane that almost sank in the desert.

“Have you ever missed me?”, you asked one cold night.


One day, close your favorite storybook,

buy some local food at your place.

And, sleep on a pillow with a star that

has lost its author. Until one day you

choose to stand on the beach, burn

all the trash on your planet and repair

the ship that was buried in that distant day.


Allen Maltese Murphy, a nineteen-year-old, currently lives in Indonesia. They're a writer who publishes several of their works on Wattpad. One of their poems has been included in a poetry anthology and another won an award from a literary community. Allen is obsessed with Phoebe Bridgers and Joni Mitchell.


This poem was inspired by The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.


The image used is a still from Mark Osborne's film The Little Prince (2015).



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