.oo7 A group of shooting stars/ Falling stars
Streaks across the sky; a boy and a girl make wishes.
In different times and different places.
As soon many changes come to many faces.
Those wishes were unbroken on those stars that fell.
Through time they were forgotten wisps of imagination.
Sparked by lonely feelings of admiration.
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Now they are older this boy and this girl.
Standing in summer's garb, looped under the merle.
Faces drawn up to the velvet of the sky, as they lay on their backs.
Pinkies curled, locked in one a shower of meteors showered down.
Wishes were made true, to be with one true.