I look at the stars, every night.
And count the stars, falling by.
"They grant us a wish"
I've heard people say it many times.
But if it's true,
When will they grant whishes that are mine?
When will I have the courage
To do what is right?
When will i be JUST me
Atleast for a little while?
And I've been wondering
For quite some time
When will that moment arrive
when a star grants me
All that I wished could be mine
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A Different Perspective
Poetrysometimes, all one need is to just tilt their head a little to the left, a little to the right and look at thing from a different perspective.
