silly wishes eventhough
she knew they were nothing
but just silly dreams.
Blowing on candles,
whispering on shooting stars
and, plucking out cloverleaves;
silently hoping her wish
would impossibly come to life.
But this time around,
she was not wishing for
silly things nor silly dreams.
For her only wish right now
is as much for him as it is for her.
That when he thinks of her,
he'll know that he's the reason
why she's making these silly wishes
on candles and shooting stars.
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