Falling Star


The falling star
Shines bright
In the darkness
Of the night.
I reach out my hand
To an unknown land,
And tightly grasp
The moonlight.
The falling star
Still moves on,
Until it hits
The breaking dawn.
I see you run
Across the sky.
Falling star,
Oh how you fly.

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