Shooting Star
Of this night I will always dream.
For my angel is but a whisper upon the twilight.
A shining soul glimmering in the darkness to bring the strongest light.
A guide for those who lost their way.
A wind that brings us a new day with new hope.
A foundation not yet finished, but soon it will be complete.
With memories both upon the mind and heart we do keep.
A sense of both sorrow, and happiness.
A mixture that is but perfect and sweet.
It is quite unique and all our own.
It can not captured in a jar.
It can not be mimicked or cloned.
It is but a shooting star.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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