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Shooting Stars

I stand out on the back porch
The world is dressed in night
With nothing but the stars and moon
To bathe me in their soft light

Gently I hear the whispering wind
Singing its simple song to me
I let my thoughts just run away
To finally feel my mind at ease

I look up to a shooting star
As it loses its perch in the sky
Then sadly I'm reminded of
The tears falling from my eye

So I turn back to the house
To feel an old familiar pain
Going back to my empty room
Where I last left my heartache

~THE FLOWING PEN~
2-13-05










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