Even when she stared up at the sky on a cloudy day, when she looked up and was unable to see the stars, she made a wish anyway, because she knew the stars were there. That was one of the few things that would never fail her. The stars were still there; and they were waiting, just to grant the wishes of anyone who saw them when they were invisible.
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PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
