Shooting Stars
This night I am sad.
My eyes gaze the gathering galaxy
Seated upon the sky spread
Selfishly seek a shooting star.
I seek it so bad
Such sight my thought asking
My tea cold beside a frigid bread
I moan on the mowed green grass.
I love stars
Shooting star much more
Sparkling sparkles, glittering glitters
A little mighty awe
Twinkling littles lively and true.
For a good night rest
I need it bid me...
And at my voice crest
I started humming
For this nightly night,
Echoes of darkness
A shooting
Star.
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