The little girl always dreamed of the moon;
She admired him through her window.
The owls’ hoots never scared her —
She was too busy dreaming.
She counted every single day
Just to see him full and glowing.
And one night, he came —
Magnificent, shining, beautiful.
Her tiny eyes began to sparkle,
And with all her heart,
She made her wish —
A wish of dreams.
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Author:
Aiswarya Girish (
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Comments3
A cute and innocent wish in this poem. Very nicely written
Thank you
You are welcome
So beautiful, I imagine many little girls have done that, lovely write, enjoyed the read
yes, I used to do that.
Lovely write!
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