A Wish
You blow,
Tiny seeds of new becomings float,
They drift upward,
Leaving on the wind.
Landing softly in a sea of sunny blossoms,
They grow,
They become,
A wish.
They release once again,
The wind carrying tiny messengers,
Each with a mission,
To form a new becoming.
Another drop of hope in a never-ending sea of once again’s,
A speck of beauty in a land of dull repetition.
Over, and over.
That small drop of hope becoming something bigger,
Until that drop of hope is no longer a drop but more,
A stream of going to happens,
A stream of wishes coming true,
Taunting you,
Until you make them true.
That tiny drop of hope,
Once a wish,
Now real.
You blow,
Tiny seeds of new becomings float,
They drift upward,
Leaving on the wind.
Landing softly in a sea of sunny blossoms,
They grow,
They become,
A wish.
They release once again,
The wind carrying tiny messengers,
Each with a mission,
To form a new becoming.
Another drop of hope in a never-ending sea of once again’s,
A speck of beauty in a land of dull repetition.
Over, and over.
That small drop of hope becoming something bigger,
Until that drop of hope is no longer a drop but more,
A stream of going to happens,
A stream of wishes coming true,
Taunting you,
Until you make them true.
That tiny drop of hope,
Once a wish,
Now real.
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