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  • It is raining shooting stars
    but my sky is filled with clouds
    they are dark as mud, as my heart
    as the tent you left in my ground
    There is no bright moon anymore
    and sun cries when morning appears
    No one asks what does he burn for
    Only I hear deep inside his core
    that he burns his own tears

    Moon faded, proving to be a bonfire
    sun dies a little every afternoon
    days and nights are cold, my sky is tired
    and drowned in sun's muddy tears' lagoon
    My own tears were once stars too
    You even kept some for yourself
    Now I cry sometimes because we are apart
    and, even though I need my life to restart
    My own heart is a dusty empty shelf.

    I pray for one shooting star in my sky
    to make a wish and stop this ache
    I don't want my eyes to cry
    I don't want to keep wondering why
    I just want you to kiss me goodnight
    and say "Sleep well and wake".


    Photo credits: www.richardgottardo.com
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