A shooting star:
Falls upon the ground.
Soft in the moonlight,
Begging to be found.
Whispers of a star,
Shooting through the sky.
No trace of happiness,
Just soar and fly.
A trail of dust,
Murmured in the breeze.
A sight for hope,
As you spirit frees.
A ball of light,
Calmly going to Earth.
Shining its true colours,
Sing for what its worth.
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Often forgotten you are. Hidden in the skies dark. The beautiful back star. You still have such a spark. Your the brightest sky in the sky. Your the star I wish upon. They are blind I don't know why.
Shining bright Through the night See the light What a sight Sometimes they come down to earth Always to leave, go away You know they can't Yet you still ask them to stay They never stay on...
She chased the evening sunlight, Amidst the clouds and blue, She watched the gold rays fading, With her face, a face of rue. Her own light shone so differently, A silver to the red.
Midnight black's the color you are. A mere simple canvas to show off the night. Little yellow dots twinkle in your darkness. A white little crescent shines brightly in the center. Forever you will be.
Twinkling stars up in the sky. Higher than you and higher than I. Peeping out from midnight blue. A deep and velvet wonderful hue. A streak of stardust cuts through the Night.
As I looked up to The dusted sky A shooting star Went blazing by, I wondered if You'd travelled far Just to burn up, Dear shooting star.
The beauty. In the sunset. Soon to disappear. Lest we forget. The wonder. In the sunrise. For some it seems. Too bright for their eyes. The softness. Of the clouds. The white ones so calm.
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