Wednesday November 25, 2009 at 11:44
Sometimes I think our wishful imaginations turn into stars. When we pray and set free of our high hopes, they’d gently fly and scatter to the sky. Then at night, at its right place high above us, it would clump and spark for all the heavens and Earth to see. Its glow and luminance depends on how meaningful and beautiful the wish of the person would be.
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