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On The Whims Of A Shooting Star

 

If all our dreams

Rested upon the whims

Of a shooting star,

Would we not be strutting about,

Twirling our destinies

And playing ย tunes

That sound the sweetest

To our untaught ears?

And yet

If all our dreams

Rested upon the whims

Of a shooting star,

Would we ever know

How sweet is the gentle fragrance

Of the dawn,

That leaves behind a stormy night ?

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Dynamo

Written by Jaya Pillai

A teacher and a learner - both by passion and profession. Music, cooking, reading, writing, traveling and all kind of creative stuff keep meย  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark eveningsย  talking to the stars or thinking

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