
My shooting star
I kiss your fire as we ride the wild wind
Hold you close until the light fades
We fall from the stars into the desert sands
Where the wild rose blooms
Until we die to become the butterfly
I don’t want to be nothing without you…


My shooting star
I kiss your fire as we ride the wild wind
Hold you close until the light fades
We fall from the stars into the desert sands
Where the wild rose blooms
Until we die to become the butterfly
I don’t want to be nothing without you…

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Beautifully written, Anita.
Thank you, Robbie…
Beautifully penned! I also love the picture you selected for this piece. Lovely!
Thank you, Beckie…
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