Dust

The star fell.
Silver sliver and cold sparks flailing
against the sleeping sky,
but no one made a wish.
And yet it still flashed brilliant diamond,
til there was nothing left
but a smokey trail of dreams, dust and what could have been.
And no one made a wish.

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