A wish to a shooting star

A wish to a shooting star

Walking with you
under a coincidence moon
I raise my head
to see a shooting star pass by.
I make a wish.
Fiction of my grandparents.
Her whispering body
I listened as the heavenly music
in the melody of the singing crickets.
I inhale the smell of the dress,
and the skin wet with dew
that I see as if I'm floating
in a red hot cloud.
With the melody of the music,
listen to me deeply in you
like thunder that sounds
after the lightning.

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Poetry written for (100 Day Poetry Challenge) organized by @d-pend made for Steemit

[Day 90, Poem 88/100]
6/05/18

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Original by @corderosiete

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