Celestial

She spends every friday night

waiting for the stars to fall down.

As soon as nights unveils itself,

she longs for comets that come

every one hundred years so.

She makes her wish

and whispers a prayer.

Elusive happiness.

 

**Revised version of Sleepless… from 2006.

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