You were a glimpse of light.
The one people wait for to peak over the horizon.
But you never rose.
You fell, you burnt out.
More like a comet, but I was hoping for the sun.
I'll still stare at the sky,
With starry eyes.
Wait for the night
To arrive.
Look up; you are guaranteed beauty.
But by foot I have the world to see.
A map to hold.
A friend to sing,
"Embrace the sky."
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