A Shooting Star

A shooting star
Makes it's way across the sky
A traveler in the placid night

Upon that star
Lay a million wishes
Waiting to become true

We hope
It will grant our wish
Like a genie in a bottle

We wish
And wish upon that
Incandescent ball of glowing dreams

All though
It's futile we still
Wish and hope and dream

poem by Autumn Winds
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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