One night when I was young
I saw a thousand shooting stars.
I wondered, where did they all go.
I was alone,
went looking for them --
my world too wee to find one.
When I grew up
I searched for the diamonds of the sky.
From sea to sea,
over every horizon
they had fallen,
and I found none.
Now I'm old
I see
the brightest star
fell through
my hands
while I looked.
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