Shooting Stars

The stars smile upon us,

as if they knew we’d join them soon.

It’s as if they’re dancing in a dream.

I lift my head,

A piercing grin gracing my lips.

Listening to their screams,

They thought that when I’d die I’d rise to them,

Yet here they are,

Dying,

Leaving behind fiery streams,

Crying,

As they fall to me.

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