In the velvet night sky, shooting stars streak,
A fleeting glimpse of magic that leaves us weak.
Their brilliance shines bright, a cosmic display,
But their beauty belies a sorrowful dismay.
For shooting stars are but fleeting dreams,
A moment of wonder, or so it seems.
They blaze across the heavens with a fiery trail,
Only to vanish, leaving behind a mournful tale.
Each shooting star carries a wish untold,
A whispered desire, a story to unfold.
But as they fall from the sky above,
Their light fades, lost to the darkness of love.
We watch in awe as they streak and soar,
But deep in our hearts, we can't ignore
The sadness that lingers as they disappear,
Leaving us longing, filled with fear.
Oh, shooting stars, so bright and brief,
Your beauty brings joy, but also grief.
For in your light, we see our own mortality,
A reminder of life's fragile reality.
So we make our wishes as you blaze on by,
Hoping against hope that they'll reach the sky.
But deep down, we know it's all in vain,
For shooting stars, like dreams, are fleeting and plain.
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