It's night 🌃and as I lay there looking at my ceiling thinking it is stars and wondering if a shooting star would come pass by❤️I lay a big sigh😪 thinking it would never come😶I come to lay on my side and rest my eyes I wake up and my fantasy was gone.soon later it returns to the night sky and the yellow sun lays to rest easy I finally go outside and make a pallet on the green grass i feel a little wind 🌫️ . Than a few moments later I go back to looking at the shy hours and minutes pass and I as I think of going back in I finally see the shooting star I quickly make the wish I've been waiting for and gently hope for it to come true💫❤️
YOU ARE READING
that one wish 💫
PoetryIt's kinda like fantasy and it's amazing sorry it's not as long as other books