The night we watched the stars falling.

Photo by Roman Gruchow on

In another woman’s hands.

Yesterday, I watched the stars. 

Felt the purity of childhood once again,

Felt as virtue of mature men.


Glad to see your eyes in the sky,

Missed your face, it’s been a while.


Strange feeling, deep as roots,

As the falling star, in sky fire shoots.


An ancient love, pure as snow,

Wish I could see you just to say hello!


I miss you mom, it’s strange out here,

My tears are from love, don’t think it’s fear.


I will be back one day I swear,

The winters are heavy, can’t no longer bear.


Look at the moon tonight, forget the pain,

We look different but we’re the same.


I love you mom.

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