I wonder what constellations would say if they could move their lips,

I wonder if I would understand them,

I wonder if our secrets would be for keeps,

Or if it would be in the spotlight for the whole world to see,

I wonder if I’ve missed my shooting star,

So I that I could take a deep breath and wish upon it,

And when I did, I would wait for my dreams to come true, real dreams,

Cold breeze, laying in the grass, dew on my skin,

Winds rustling the grass blades, toying them back and forth,

The birds chirping from afar bring me back to my present,



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