Shooting Stars

In the tears she cries

They fall in colorful stream

Albedo white flush in the cocktail

Blended mornings and simple nights

No longer of persil as the beaming shot

Cooling in blue ice flesh

But when the sobs stall and the plight


Calm and still satellites stream

And daybreak falls

In accordance to her sleep. 

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