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The Shooting Star
Every night I look out the window to see the bright stars in the dark night. And I always pray to see a shooting star Going pass the dark black sky. It was Christmas night I was on my bed looking out the window, Because I couldn’t sleep I started to count how many stars were up in the sky. All of the sudden I see a big bright light going across the sky There it was, a shooting star. It was God’s gift to me. Because all my life I been waiting to see a shooting star And I finally saw it. I will never forget this moment. I will always remember the star glowing and shining across the dark black sky. It was so beautiful in my eyes.
Copyright © 2002-2003 Student Publishing Program. Poetry and prose © 2003 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission. Site designed by Strong Bat Productions. |
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