I threw a small rock into the air
a sharp piece torn out of a mountain
I watched as it flew high
stay, I whispered, become a star
ten times or more it soared
lost to the eye which doesn't pierce skies
it never staid
each time it changed from bird into spills
dead mountain fallen from the sky
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