A shooting star,
pure as crystal,
bright and clear,
appear and disappear
once in a while...
I looked up to the sky,
I try to grab it with my bare hand,
as it fly through me.
But, I miss the chance.
It pass through me
right before my very eyes.
A tears drop into the ground.
It dries up.
My stupidity, and arrogant
give me hope to try another time.
Pure, beauty, but fast...
A shooting star...
2008年7月31日星期四
A Shooting Star!
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