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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Pousser et Tirer
Comme le soleil,
Tu laisses sans pensée.
Le vent, un tempête–
à l’intérieur de ton esprit.
Amor et détester,
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The Gift of Insight
Candle light–
Flickering in–
the night.
Wisps of the dark–
A dreaded freight.
Whispered words–
Comments
Writer1326, a sweet poem to welcome the new site!
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