Walking home
I saw the stars
appear.
While you were sleeping
I dreamt wishing
on a shooting star
would bring you back
to the man
you left behind.
I saw it.
Burning up
as it fell from heaven.
I realized
It had gone
for good.
It’s OK!
Even Diamonds
have flaws
I’ll be my own
lodestar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem