Late into the night,
when things don’t seem bright,
I wish upon a shooting star,
though, I am quite far-
from being a naïve child,
who believes in silly tales.
I allow myself to dream,
and let my hopes stream-
in, as I manifest my future.
Silly Wishes
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Loss
Loss is weird,
It twist and churns
Rippling the current
that is my reality.
For a while,
I was so fine,
I was okay with
The cards I was dealt.
I accepted what was—
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Writer1326, a sweet poem to welcome the new site!
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