As a child i ws always amused by those streaks f light zipping past the vastness f the night sky...making a mark amongst those innumerous glittrz..still remmbr the night when the "shower" of"shooting stars" lft me amuzed n exited as a kid.
Shooting stars....they always take u to an unknwn fantasy land that u wish u were in.they bring out the kid in u by leavin u exited n amused each time.every time they pass by they dazzle u,keep u wishin that they lasted for a bit more time infrnt of ur eyes.they keep u craving. their suddenness make them all the more special,all the more charming...nonetheless its their suddenness wich make u wish they appeard every minute 2 charm u.They enter the sky,leave in a whiskr f a second n leave a mark in ur memory..for u may not remembr a thousand stars that u see evryday but u remember that 1 shooting star u see.The magic in its presence exhilerates u,bt its absence makes it all the more magical.It touches ur fantasies n leaves u making an unsuccessful attmpt 2 catch it,stop it frm taking away with it the magic it created around u.But u r left amused,the child within u wanting a little bit more of that amusement.But nevrtheless it creates a sudden bright spot in the gloomy night sky which wud hv otherwise faced ignorance.
And the sky wich is made special by its presence cant do anything else other than thanking its "shooting star":)
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