My Shooting Star
A shooting star passes from up above. Looking down, following its line of path. All alone in the big dark sky. It's a new angel learning how to fly. A glimps of two worlds crossed. A world with two beginings joined as one. Someday, I'll be someones shooting star.
written: 1-12-11
Copyright © Halie Doland | Year Posted 2012
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