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Shooting Stars
Time escapes us
By seconds
Captured in shooting stars.
If only to Hold
The mystic moments
That shine from afar.
To visit each star
Like pages in time!
Ride on a cloud
To the next one that shines!
If the spirits grant such riches,
May they anchor their dreams in my mind;
Carrying these stars, the smiles, and the tears gone behind.
Even once the Grey wolf
Walks beside my soul,
I shall reach for my stars
And laugh with you once again~
Riding on the clouds!
Whispering to you on the wind!
Kala Rains
6-1-92
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