I hesitate to make wishes on shooting stars.
I’m never quite sure where they are heading with those precious dreams of mine.
What if my wishes are accidentally dropped into the ocean? I would need a submarine to retrieve them from the dark forgotten places.
And if they are left in the middle of the dessert, what good are dried up dreams?
I hesitate to think what would happen to them in a dense jungle, lost forever and never remembered.
But if shooting stars do their job right
You may just dream of me tonight
And that would be more than alright.
Secret Thoughts Within 
💚
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Ooh. So sweet, and love those last three lines… :)))
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🤔 I think it needs a re-write, but I just wrote it out, thought of you encouraging me and pressed publish before second guessing myself (and vaulting this one with the other 50 or so 😆).
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Never vault it. That’s what I flippantly say. If I don’t publish it immediately, it rots. I might as well throw all those away. :))
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(needed a wink after ‘say.’ ;))
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I got the unwritten wink 😆
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😘 I think I’ll keep you.
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I feel glad of that. 😊
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Loved it!
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Haha, thanks Harsh
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You define love so beautifully ❤️
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Thank you lovely friend 💜
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My absolute pleasure 💕
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Love this poem❤️, particularly the last three lines were impressive💕
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😊 Thanks Nathi, it’s so nice to know when someone connects to something 💜
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Always my pleasure 😇 and enjoy your weekend, Secret!
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