The boy who dreamt,
To see a shooting star,
All broken and bent,
The reality was a bit afar.
The boy look up the skies,
When there's no sight of the sun,
Explore the celestial sphere with his own eyes,
But he can see the shooting stars none.
"Maybe you just need better eyes",
Ready with all his sacrifices,
Within the circle his hand make signs,
Now he's with his better sight.
Again he observed and wait,
With his patient were all at stake,
"Maybe dark you need to be in,"
"If light that you are seeking"
Destructive hand and word cuts through,
Leaving a sudden catastrophic view,
Sun went down the night he waited,
With all the light were being isolated.
The boy who dreamt,
To see a shooting star,
Sacrifices everything.
Finally now know,
That a shooting star,
Isn't actually a star.
YOU ARE READING
42
PoetryI will keep writing until the chapter succeeds 41 and precedes 43. P/S : I do not own any of the illustration in this writings
