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Shooting Star
Mirrored on my iris,
was the burning meteor, streaking down,
sparkling across the dark, silky blanket.
I stared at the sky, unblinking
to not miss the rare moment,
I let the stinging teardrop fall,
whispering my wish to the shooting star,
hoping it will bless me with its power.
This divine cosmos will rain
miracles and grace onto my life.
It has to,
right?
was the burning meteor, streaking down,
sparkling across the dark, silky blanket.
I stared at the sky, unblinking
to not miss the rare moment,
I let the stinging teardrop fall,
whispering my wish to the shooting star,
hoping it will bless me with its power.
This divine cosmos will rain
miracles and grace onto my life.
It has to,
right?
Published 5th Oct 2024
Author's Note
Grant my wish before I crumble.
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