When you see falling stars
you wish upon the brilliance
of the moon
dreaming momentarily and
just stare as the night
falls
Wandering if the sky would
turn into a twilight zone
smelling the smooth and cold
air
The trees could bend and
its leaves would fly like
tiny, luminous fireflies
How gloomy it is as I could
hear your voice murmuring
into the depths of my
will...
By: Maya Guzman Santos
