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Shooting Star

Have you sat on a desk

Outside the cloudy dark

Waiting for some shooting star

On a journey to the east?

 

The dark solemn nights

Quiet, shy and calm

Whistles to the ears

Soft tunes of Mother Nature

Calling all beasts, and flora

Gathering a long tale

Like a stalk of leaves

Packed on a corner

The trees stand like

Halloween ghosts with daggers

And strange grasping fingers

 

Then a ray of light

Shoots by, fast like a lightning

Disappearing into the thin air

Chuckling as it flies about

Leaving the world wondering

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