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Shooting Stars

As the stars dance
underneath the moon's disco light,
my dreams trail behind
their secure steps,
only to be lost before their eyes

And kneeling down
with an extended palm,
they blow them back at me
at a speed so high
and on a golden path of white
return my missing wishes home.





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