I want to be a shooting star
Gliding through the air
Hearing everybody’s wish
Upon my shooting star
To hear their wishes
To know the truth
To know just who they are
Making every wish come true
Through morning afternoon
And when night falls
I shoot again
Hearing the wishes to be said
For I am now a shooting star
And I’m shooting far and clear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good! .... this one is a poem and you are a poet