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Shooting Star

September 2025 · 1 min of stillness

OH! MY SHOOTING STAR WHERE COULD I FIND YOU?

HAS BEEN AGES SINCE CHILDHOOD

WAS DELIGHTED WHEN I SAW YOU TURNING THAT INK BLACK

NIGHT INTO SOME LIGHT BY YOUR MAGIC

ALAS! IT DO NOT LASTED LONG AND MY GAZE AGAIN TURNED

INTO BLACK TRANCE

TWINKLING STARS WERE JEALOUS OF YOU

AND EVEN MOON WASN’T PAID ATTENTION TOO

BUT IT WAS A SCAR I WISHED FOR

UNKNOWINGLY I MYSELF TORE MY HEART APART

IRONY! YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHY THAT HAS NILL CONNECTION WITH A ‘TWINKLE STAR’

U STOLE THEIR NAME AND STILL WORLD PRAISES YOU FROM ACES AFAR

SO, TELL ME WHERE SHOULD I FIND YOU AGAIN?

SO THAT I’LL BE ABLE TO BELIEVE THAT MYTH OF A “SUDDEN BIG CHANCE”

EVERY NIGHT I SEE MOON TO GET YOUR SPARKLE

COME TAKE ME AWAY IN THIS DARK NIGHT WITH YOU UNNOTICEABLE

— Z.