wishes arent just whispers into an empty sky
they are the orange and blue bolts across a stormy sky,
into the vastness of the universe.
they are the rainbow os auroras of the Northern Lights,
they are more powerful than the sight
of a butterfly first taking flight,
they are fireworks exploding in neon passion,
the spark of hope that is spoken and ignited into life,
a wish is a piece of your soul morphed into the galaxy,
and the soul itself is with the universe, immersed.
It's nice. It seems, to me,
It's nice. It seems, to me, that it's saying that wishes are the beautiful things in life, the magical things. They are like the magic of the Northern lights, and the way a butterfly taking its first leap into the sky.
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