The men in the know tell us the usual tale,
Of dust left over from comet´s errant tail,
But as my eyes search the black velvet sky,
I know deep in my soul that the story´s a lie.
Shooting stars, shards of little diamond chips,
Bring a smile to the universe & its sealed
lips,
Streaking silver brush strokes of tinseled glitter,
Leaving in its velvet path, magical shining
litter.
I know deep down, it´s really St Lorenzo´s tears,
Lagrimitas St Lorenzo sheds, once & every
year,
Weeping for his summer´s imminent & sad
end,
Bestowing on us autumn, on his starry way he
wends.
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