Falling Star

The fire that sparks after twilight,
Illuminating the angst of the distant moon;
Perturbing the shadows of the night,
Dancing in the rhythm of a croon.

But once its flare reaches zenith,
Rival heaves the star to drown;
Leaving nothing but willows,
Leaving nothing but frown.

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