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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Intertwined With The Land
Our eyes set upon wealth—
We count our dollar bills;
our materialistic skills.
We avert our eyes from health,
“Aging” backwards,
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Writer1326, a sweet poem to welcome the new site!
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