Shooting stars

Playing the stars, so beautifully, they draw melodies in my eyes.
Precise, just running after harmony, they help my beats not to leave my heart on Earth.
Would the strings of fate get loose someday? So I could drop the rhythm and spring myself away...
Just to let my body fall into pieces,  shining as some fancy god's tears, as childish playful stars,
Shining wishes about to die upon somebody's head.

NanaGarcía/@Nanaringain