Shooting Star

Late last night I looked up at the sky
and glimpsed a shooting star.
It moved so fast as it was burning up
and I wondered just how far,
how far it had traveled,
how long it had lived
and now what was in its place?
I hoped it was another star
and not just empty space.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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