Tonight she walks outside, to bask in the moonlit scenery. Tiny sparkles in a backdrop, of the deepest blue. The stars twinkle, like they are laughing, winking, calling her name. A glowing horn of gold, sits among the constellations, sending its magic down to Earth. The girl makes a wish, on the brightest star. For the nights to always be this peaceful. She sings a wistful song, high up towards the moon. Calls the dreamweaver, to give her sweet dreams and happy tomarrows. One last look at the dark sky. She gives a smiles of sleepiness, and wanders back into civilization.
Reason for writing:
One night I couldn't sleep, so I went outside and looked at the sky and it inspired me.
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