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Poem of the Shooting Stars
One cold night I awoke from bed.
I don’t know what woke me,
A sound or a dream.
I went to the window to see what was there.
I didn’t see anything,
But I knew something was there.
I ran outside to finally see what had awoken me,
Awoken me from the grandest of dreams.
I gazed up at the sky,
And I saw many shooting stars passing each other by.
I made a wish at those stars above.
I watched them fly across the grand sky.
I watched them until they were as far as the eye could see.
And when they went out of view,
A blinding flash made me see no more.
Then I heard a great rumble,
One so loud,
I thought God himself was screaming at me.
Then I blindly stared at the sky
And thought of the wish I made to the stars:
"Oh shooting stars above,
Go away and leave me be.
I have done nothing to you,
So please do nothing to me."
I wrote this poem in 2004. It is a poem about Nuclear War, how it would harm everyone that had nothing to do with it.