I saw a shooting star once;
No one believed me.
But the next day,
Around four that afternoon,
My wish came true.
It came in a small voice
From a small body
Softly spoken but loud
Excited words
Flying from every direction.
It can with tears,
From my eyes
And smiles so wide.
It all came in a three minute conversion,
From a phone thousands of miles away.
One of the best I'll ever have.
And even though they say
It was a coincidence
A wonderful one
To me, it was a wish come true.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
I saw a shooting star once;
No one believed me.
But the next day,
Around four that afternoon,
My wish came true.
It came in a small voice
From a small body
Softly spoken but loud
Excited words
Flying from every direction.
It can with tears,
From my eyes
And smiles so wide.
It all came in a three minute conversion,
From a phone thousands of miles away.
One of the best I'll ever have.
And even though they say
It was a coincidence
A wonderful one
To me, it was a wish come true.
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