Winter Star
Usually, when a shooting star appears,
I don’t make a wish, because the star will die anyway.
But I try to feel whimsical.
And think that maybe…
The star went down my chimney like Santa.
Leaving behind my only wish, and then dissolving peacefully.
This winter.
I’m going to have a good winter.
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