The direction of my gaze abruptly pivoted skyward
As I remembered to look for a shooting star
As if there was a sale on sky lights
Heaven displayed its abundance of wealth and wonder
My eyes scanned the vast canvas
But were drawn to the line of mountains
Which cut the sky as waking cuts through dreams
As if kissed by g~d I longed to see the shooting once again
Your words surpass most paintings. I guess that´s what great poets do...:)
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