Shooting Star And Me

A shooting star up in the sky
although fast, caught my eye.
As it died and fell from sight
I got too see its glorious flight.
If when I fall when I am done
I'd like to know that there was one
that saw my exit in their eyes
as I burned out like the stars in the skies.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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