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Shooting Star

The day  I pass on and become a shooting-

star, disintegrat into million 

dazzling particles

 

Think of me an anonymous vision 

who came and went on

 

A mundane dream who lived well and 

relished all the bounties 

 

An unveiled phantom who roamed the

narrow aching streets as the

northern lights,

 

A faint glimmer who flickered when 

the winds were harsh and the 

tempests raging

 

At twilight when withered wax had 

deliquesced, I a  common vision

simply melt down ..

 

 

 

 

 

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