Catch a falling star
Dying in the sky-
Watch as the light fades away.
Turn to the north
With the star in your arms-
Watch as the sky turns to gray.
Burning your hands with heavenly fire
As the skin chars away-
Only blood remains.
Catch a falling star
Rising from the ashes-
Never let it go away.
Gentle rhythm of the death
Of those who once lit a sky of blue
Turned to black with the stain of the dying.
Blood of the glowing
Dyeing the ground as
Tears wash it away.
Catch a falling star
Dying in the sky-
Watch as the light fades away.
Watch as the day turns to gray
Watch as I slip away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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