She vowed to never pass up an opportunity to make a wish,
So she wished on her fallen stray eyelashes,
which she blew off of her fingertips,
On the shooting stars darting across the night sky,
watching until she could see them no more,
On the four-leaf clover she had found in the grass,
though all it really was was a deformation,
On the blown dandelion that was just a dead weed
possessing the marvellous ability of spreading hope,
On the longer end of the wishbone resting in her plate,
pulled apart from the shorter end,
On the copper penny she found on the ground,
its surface dull and no longer new,
On the clock that she waited by eagerly at 11:10 p.m.,
just to see one more minute go by,
On the birthday candles that she blew out,
each additional one marking a new wish,
On the ladybug that landed on her arm and tickled her skin,
its tiny insect body red speckled with black dots,
On the very first star she set eyes on that night.
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PoetryThis 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...
