In whispers of the night's embrace, Where stars adorn the sky's vast space, There lie the dreams our hearts release, Transformed into wishes that find their peace.
A wish is like a fragile seed, A spark of hope, a heartfelt need, It dances on the gentle breeze, And rustles through the towering trees.
A wish can be a soaring flight, A beacon in the darkest night, It paints the canvas of our minds, With colors bold and intertwined.
Upon the dawning morning's light, We cast our wishes, pure and bright, They float like petals, soft and free, A symphony of possibility.
From whispered prayers to shooting stars, From distant lands to lands bizarre, Our wishes form a tapestry, Woven with threads of destiny.
But wishes, too, can gently fade, Like ripples in a quiet glade, Yet in their essence, they remain, As sparks that light the soul's terrain.
So let us dream and let us yearn, For wishes hold the power to turn, The ordinary to magic, grand, In the universe's wondrous hand.
As long as hearts dare to aspire, And kindle hope's eternal fire, Wishes shall forever gleam, Like stars within a boundless dream.
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