Through the stars

This is the earliest poem that I still retain

All the walks I take at night
The stars don't fill my needs
I keep going until I find the one who does
Until then I walk alone

I walk a lonely path of solitude
One wonders what I do
A lonely man and his broken heart
To never love again

Once upon a shooting star
Brought the hopes of many people
Except the lonely man on my path
I never quite make it

Through the shooting stars
To the moonlight
To the streets
Shows the one of this lonely mans dreams

Author's Note

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