I followed the rainbow
to the very end
and found my pot of gold.
I spent it on a falling star
it wasn't very old.
I made my wish
for peace on earth,
my beautiful planet,
the place of my birth.
I keep my star in my pocket,
I wish on it every day.
Maybe someday it will work,
no one here can say.
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Author:
diamonddagger (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 18th, 2013 23:27
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
what a lovely whimsical piece! i hope your wishing star works soon!
I agree with baj-a
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