14 October 2012
A lonely soul in black abyss,
The shooting star creates such bliss.
The brightest spark up in the sky,
Illuminates the mind and eye.
The yin and yang of black and white,
The contrast burned in dead of night.
Remember watching stars which blaze,
They burn out quickly and fall to haze.
Our lives are better for the show,
But in the end they have to go.
Remember them for what they are,
A fiery dream,
My shooting star.
Contrast • Opuss № I