Catch a fallen star; pocket it

Another 50 word story (or sort of poem I guess) for the Flash Fiction competition about a fallen star.

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1. My Star.

Your trajectory displays ceaseless signs - so dear I've come to know your spectral lines. I've learnt you dance towards me when you're blue; with a voice such a melody it barely seems true. But then you quicken red and angrily far and shoot past me, so deeply voiced, my star. 

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