The Ode of the Brightest Star
Ode poem.
When you wish upon a star makes do difference who you are.
And every desire will come to you.
When the brightest star comes to me I make a wish.
This so happened to Pinocchio, Geppetto, and it's granted by the blue fairy.
Pure of heart, pure of love.
I wish, I wish, blue fairy to have found my husband Shane sooner rather then later.
Would this have changed our fate to be less troubled?
Every desire has come to late, or I think.
When I wish upon my star, I realise I have everything.
My star you are my friend, I bear my soul to you I look up at the stary night sky with one confession.
Pass my wish to someone pure of heart.
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
LouLou maintains a boundary between her professional endeavors and personal life. She wears many hats as an author, blogger, and content creator. In various projects, each one a testament to her dedication and passion for storytelling.
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Awww, this was so sweet and wonderful! Lovely ode!