Believers
Fuzzy blue lights
In the quiet nighttime sky
They glean in silence
Waiting for wishers
To open their hearts
And spill out their dreams
Their wonders, hoping something
Will come true
Wishing for luck,
For that first kiss,
For help.
All endless possibilities
And yet they wish on something
Others think isn't magical
Take a look into their eyes.
If you see a spark of fantasy
Only then you'll know
They
Believe.
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