On the night of the shooting star
On the night of the shooting stars,
I found cool peace and forgot all my scars.
The night sky stars which you can see,
They always give a question to me.
This universe expand at the speed of arrow,
Like the life gives all the joy and sorrow.
Did you know that stars have life,
But not like us who bring it ruines.
Stars gives hopes and shines bright,
We are just cruel and live without being polite.
We know at times cloud hides he sun,
The same ways inhumanity grew many ton.
I felt this when, in the sky , I saw the shooting star,
I believe, inhumanity will not exist so far.
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