Every day she plants the starseeds
that grow into wishing flowers,
their petals fall down to the earth
and we call them meteor showers.
We beseech the celestial wanderers
and when our words reach her ears,
she makes all our biddings come true,
but each one is stained by her tears.
She yearned for one to call her own
in her garden above the clouds,
but to think of herself and not of the world,
her duty is disavowed.
And so the lonely Starwarden
only smiled on us from above.
She could not keep the wish of another
just because she wished for love.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
Every day she plants the starseeds
that grow into wishing flowers,
their petals fall down to the earth
and we call them meteor showers.
We beseech the celestial wanderers
and when our words reach her ears,
she makes all our biddings come true,
but each one is stained by her tears.
She yearned for one to call her own
in her garden above the clouds,
but to think of herself and not of the world,
her duty is disavowed.
And so the lonely Starwarden
only smiled on us from above.
She could not keep the wish of another
just because she wished for love.
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