We wish upon stars we know wont work.
We believe in things we know aren't there,
just to believe in something.
And we make something out of nothing, like constellations in the sky.
But what if there was something there?
A big man named Orion shooting an arrow through the stars to hit our next great foe.
A huge swan made out of the galaxy flying over head, hearing all our hopes and dreams.
A dipper to come scoop up all sorrow and our strife.
Even if it's just for a bit.
Oh what if.
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Theo Sherman
Hello! I live in North Carolina and I'm in High School! Im young poet looking for a way to share my poems.
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