Sunflowers are sometimes late.
Not everything has their own sun.
not all the stars are shining when you look at them even for the long time
shooting stars don't always come in good time
maybe so rarely
that you don't even believe in them.
But when they fall
for your mind
nothing is better
than just a little bit of light
spreading all of that
unexpectedly and suprisingly fast
without caring about the good time
even with your brain as one of the shooting stars
after loosing their ability to shine.
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