She perched upon the glazing crescent moon of the night.
Hopeful orbs eyed the glittering lake of stars under her swinging feet.
Fingers fiddled with the fish hook, eagerly waiting for an elegant motion.
Soon her eyes watched one of the thousand star fall.
The hook flung towards the direction but the star wasn't interested into her monotonous bait.
She was too late.
Her bait of longing wishes never worked.
It fell, ripping the sky with its ephemeral glow.
With a sigh, she again got back to work.
Waiting for a falling star.
Waiting for eternity in the dark side of moon.
But little did she know that she had a star woven to her heart.