I saw a shooting star white, sparkly and fiery burning its way across the night sky I made a silent wish a whisper, a silent prayer I wished I would fly to the ends of what is known to kiss the moon and touch the stars alas it was just a wish nothing more than a silent prayer Ashen on the cold stone altar of quiet gods, buried temples it was nothing but a silent prayer for that same shooting star bright and glorious above came crashing, splintered, broken to the cold cold earth. --Henry Akuete (The Undying Poet)
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