Shooting Star
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Category : Poems
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Some say I've got talent;
Yet I wish I could see it.
I'm always a little too truent.
Getting lost in yet another strong current.
Will I ever be fluent;
With the present?
Will I ever be more than this cement,
That keeps me spiraling toward descent?
I want to be like a comet,
Shooting through space with wishes to grant across this planet.
