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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Drained.
I’ve always held my creative side dear to me.
Cherishing every spur of creativity,
However I still took this feeling for granted.
When the stress of the word planted–
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Our Home.
Mother Earth holds us all in her arms,
engulfing us in a comfortable beauty.
She keeps us safe,
as we travel around the sun.
She’s gifted us the oceans and lakes,
the mountains and hills,
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Two Sides of The Same Coin
The fire dances with the trees,
With no stopping, it spreads.
A horrific sight, indeed.
In the wake of this inferno,
Comments
Writer1326, a sweet poem to welcome the new site!
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