New moon.
Dark sky.
No light, no sun,
just empty night.
Suddenly, a streak of light
soars across the sky.
Shooting Star.
A beautiful, rare sight,
but like a dream,
it left as soon as it came.
For awhile,
Life has been a dream.
A good one.
No sadness, all happiness.
No pain, just pleasure.
But like a shooting star,
it let as soon as it came.
- Fire
P.S. - Some of you may have noticed that I finally added a comment link to each entry. Go ahead, have something to say? Say it!
