Countless meteors falling
drifting, zigzagging down,
each, a part of someone
coming to me
through the infinity
a love that he was
and continues to be.
The difference is:
meteors today
are not only in my soul
but have come alive
in the sky as well.
Meteors mean
more than Earth's crossing
path of a comet,
it's someone coming to me.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
Countless meteors falling
drifting, zigzagging down,
each, a part of someone
coming to me
through the infinity
a love that he was
and continues to be.
The difference is:
meteors today
are not only in my soul
but have come alive
in the sky as well.
Meteors mean
more than Earth's crossing
path of a comet,
it's someone coming to me.
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