Slowly as the day turns into night,
As the darkness takes over the light,
The moon emerges from the shadows,
And million stars begin to shine.
Even in this lovely night,
I'm alone,you're not in sight,
I fumble, I cry out,
The emptiness echoes with a shout.
With the stars up on high,
I stare at the luminated sky,
I see a star shining so bright,
Small but displaying a dazzling light.
I stare hard, the star twinkles more,
Slowly all my miseries, I let go,
It seems to say,you miss me too,
And you're wishing I was also with you.
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Submission Name: Wishful thinking
