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Shooting Stars
The red brings out your eyes
indelible spheres of trust
dripping with wet when lacking love
I see them flashing
forgetting,
about the caution
and the winds,
that threw us here
I see your lips
angelic soft, but firm,
a slight turn
awaiting passion's burn
I see your beauty
simple but demure
transfixed upon my sky
beholding me in pure light
in every sparkle
every gleam
erupting
from shooting stars
be it close or be it far
I don't have to wish tonight
for here, with me, you are
indelible spheres of trust
dripping with wet when lacking love
I see them flashing
forgetting,
about the caution
and the winds,
that threw us here
I see your lips
angelic soft, but firm,
a slight turn
awaiting passion's burn
I see your beauty
simple but demure
transfixed upon my sky
beholding me in pure light
in every sparkle
every gleam
erupting
from shooting stars
be it close or be it far
I don't have to wish tonight
for here, with me, you are
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