Brilliant Shooting star
Glorious flash, then you’re gone
I yearn for the same
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The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
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I've never seen a shooting star before. Loved your poem!
Some year ago I saw a shooting star making a wide blue flair, never saw the like, and since then I know your feeling. I forgot to wish upon it, did you?