on a good night they say sometimes
sixty meteors fall
an invisible one streaked
past my window
sank into the dark
without a sound
could have been your heart breaking
could have been mine
but mine
would echo like an hollow tin box
heavy with melted dreams
maybe i heard though
it fell so quietly
i never knew it had gone
elephants have graveyards
memories do too
or so they say
i wonder where falling stars
go to die
--LSY, 2.51am
Chinese New Year's Eve
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