If my life was a night, then you came as the shooting star. Long before, could I utter a wish to have you, the star had died amidst the darkness. And all that remained was me and my gaze. And so my hopes as the crescent moon; I shall I see you again and perhaps, sooner in the dead of night. But, then, might my prayer may wander with the wind. I, being mortal will be long lost.
But, you being the shooting shall haunt nights till eternity..!!!
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