last night i sat down on the lawn
looking for shooting stars again
but all i saw in the night sky dark
was only a airplane
night after night, again and again
i looked at the sky dark
for the star to grant my wish:
a trip to the water park
then one saturday night i stood
under the moon-lit sky
like a turbo-rocket
a shoot star passed by
that night i made my wish:
to the water park on sunday
and in the morning believe it or not
we were on our way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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