It was that cold November night, under the lampost, we watched as the shooting star passed by, you wished for her, and I wished for your wish to come true, because inside me a little ray of hope had begun to grow.
。on my window sill close to the edge sits a box of whispered wishes full of everything that I have let go of full of everything of everything that I should'nt hold on to 。
Nice job, gal! Your poems have a certain, nice personal feel to it which makes it easy to relate. Keep it up!
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