Wishing on a dying star, Hoping for a dream not far, The light flickers, fades away, Leaving me in disarray.
The night is dark, the sky is still, But my heart beats with a fiery will, To chase my dreams, to make them real, To find the strength, to break the seal.
The star may die, but hope remains, A spark that ignites, a fire that sustains, For in the darkness, I see the light, And I know my dreams will take flight.
Note: Prompt by: njwritings on instagram
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