Wishing upon stars in a moonlit night, watching
them tinkle when hearing what is being said.
Totally open and waiting for wishes to come upon
them in the night.
Wanting to grant our wishes, yet not really being
able to in our lifetimes, because they do not have
the power to do so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wishes do come true but those that can not offer us moments of fanticiecs and imagination that sometimes transport us from the present pain to moments of respite. Well worded my friend!