Triggered by the shooting star,
he spotted luck flying above him.
He was smiling at victory from afar,
and hoping this wouldn't be a whim.
When he whispered to the flower,
it curled and whithered on instant.
He remembered never to say never,
whenever his hopes were cut short.
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