Looking out her window into
the distance, she did not wish
on the first star she saw. Instead,
her hungry eyes scoured the sky
for the very brightest one—the
brightest was all she could ever
settle for. And she found it. It
was just there, looking just like
the others, except that it definitely
stood out more than they did.
The girl smiled to herself; it was
different, just like she was... It was
different from the other stars. What
better star to wish on than this one?
So she did—she wished with all of
her might, and just as she finished
muttering empty words to the window,
the star moved. It was only a plane.
She felt a wave of regret for not
wishing on the first star she saw—
at least that one had actually been
a star. Instead, she had been
deceived by the brightness of
this plane and had wasted her wish
on it. Disappointed, she turned away
from the window, her back to it.
Her wish would never come true now.
But she was wrong, and after a
moment, she realized it. She was
being unreasonable. She had never
tried wishing on a plane before, so
who knew what could happen?
Besides, it may not even be the
star itself that grants wishes...
A bright light in the sky could very
well just be a small bit of hope
to the person making the wish.
Maybe you can grant wishes, you plane;
you wonderful, manmade star.
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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...
