A Shooting Star

The words are all wrong,
nothing seems to rhyme,
and there is no flowing.

Sitting alone watching,
waiting for inspiration,
hoping for a moonlit sign.

The neighbour waves,
stops for a moment and points
towards the starlit night.

A shooting star,
words forming.

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