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If only I could hug

The stars;

Perhaps I could shatter them

And cup the shards

In my palms,

The cracks constellations

Aligning with my veins,

But that isn’t close enough

       Once upon a time, there lived a young girl with a pocket full of hearts.  Really, the hearts were stones and the pocket was the upturned bottom of her swim shirt, but she didn’t care.  To her, th

When I’m upset,

I like to come out here,

This place I would like to weave,

Where I can sit on the rocks

With my feet in the water,

With the sun dancing across the ripples,

Where my heart can be the shore,

And it tucked wildflowers

Between the pages,

Petals and pollen spiralled

Like constellations,

Still whispering of the breeze

And of the shooting stars;

There are hundreds 

Of thousands 

Of wings in our world, 

Each one a simple perfection 

Dancing in the spotlight 

Hope is what guided us through our constant cycle of creation and destruction, of love and hate, and of our hearts and our minds.