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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  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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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 me  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark evenings  talking to the stars or thinking

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