Shooting Star
I watch the shooting star
streak the vast night sky
over a river rising
to great heights.
Everyone stares and claps and cheers
and stomps their feet and gasps,
keeping their wide eyes glued
to the shooting star.
I have never seen anything like it
as it soars through the night,
slicing open the darkness
like the sun breaks through night each morning.
The sky shines brightly with light
as I close my tired eyes,
picturing the shooting star,
and I make a powerful wish.
I open my eyes to a flash
faster than lightning
as the shooting star quickly disappears into the night,
leaving only a trail of smoke behind.
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