Raw ground here below my spine.
Thin breaths evanesce into wintry skies,
Sable blankets dotted with many a silver sequin.
Catching cosmic dusts in naked fovea nets,
City glows obscure my vision.
Quick tails of white disappear in a blink,
While a garnet blob of airship races across the Milky Way.
Cautious shutter quietly snaps and shuts,
Shooting stars in fleeting seconds.
When impeccable aims go amiss,
I reach out
And pull one down for you.
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