You don't really look for shooting stars...
They just kind of catch you by surprise.
A white hot blaze against black velvet.
Your heart leaps, you catch your breath,
Transfixed.
Then...
It's gone, and you're left staring
Hungry-eyed into the night.
blues in july
5 months ago
2 comments:
I love it. Glad to see the Poet again. Love you, Dadric
Bittersweet.
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