Feb 13, 2024
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Frequently when I look at the night sky I remember
The day I saw a shooting star
How lucky was I?
That it happened the moment I looked out my bedroom window
For a fleeting second the tiniest star shoot before my eyes
Then vanished
I felt lucky to be able to experience such a marvel
And made me think the universe was promising me a miracle
Or subtracting me one?
Now I look at the stars in the night sky and wonder
Where did that miracle go?
Will it come back?
Will it materialize?
Am I ready for it?
Am I worthy of it?
I crave for it
For it to come back to me
I miss it
Every time I look at the night sky
I remember my shooting star
And wonder
And hope
And implore
For it to come back to me
Linger a bit longer
