Title: Wishful Wishing
by Craig from Cornwall | in writing, poetry, love
I tried to shoot the moon but missed completely
impaling the sun
its gold draining into the mines below.
When you wish upon a star
are you hoping it's more than the space version of a rubbish dump,
a collection of dust and rocks
that like the black sheep of the family
planets just couldn't bare to keep around?
I wish that I wished a little more often
so wish me luck as I wish upon the first star I see
in the heavenly night sky,
turns out
it might just be a satellite.
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