Shooting Star


Love is like a shooting star,
here for a moment and then gone,
bringing you to soar to great heights
if only for a brief moment.
You behold it with your eyes,
but it cannot be captured or confined.
People say love is fleeting,
but if you can only capture one glimpse
you will be happy.
Make a wish
and feel the magic at work.
See the light pervade the darkness.
As a shooting star passes before your eyes,
so flees the time.
You want to hold onto the moment,
but try as you might
it just slips through your fingertips
like tiny grains of sand.
Hold your breath
entranced
before the moment's gone.

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