Midnight Fantasy

Midnight Fantasy short poem

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This night
oh what a bright night!
the late night seems like a fantasy
so beautiful the fire flies are
so big the moon seems
it’s almost as if the fire’s light is dancing
as I lie in my tent
I look above
there shot a star
I close my eyes to wish
a powerful wish
they open
I smile
I hum a pretty tune
but wait
I look up
there you are
my light my star
my world
our lips touch
then you vanish
a tear rolls down
but I continue to stare
I sit
I think
I glare from afar
I began to roast marshmallows
mmm as it melts
oh how yummy!
is this all a fantasy
tick tock ding
I wake up
the clock struck eight

oh what a fantasy midnight!

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