Rhyming Poetry

Across the ebony sky

a streak of light afar.

I close my eyes and make a wish

upon the falling star.

In a grassy meadow

is an old stone well.

I toss a shiny penny in

as a wish I quietly expel.

Among the garden flowers

a dandelion has turned white.

As I blow the seeds into the breeze

my wish goes along in flight.

Atop a layer of icing

glow candles on my birthday cake.

As I proceed to blow them out

a wish I silently make.

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