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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The Time Between
In the dead of winter,
crows call out,
their song a splinter-
in the silence of doubt.
Spring is longed for.
Its warmth wanted more-
than ever before.
Though, in the time between,
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A Reminder Of Winter
A gentle reminder of love,
the snow falls around like a hug,
one I’ve come to appreciate so much.
The chill in the air sweeps around us,
as spring dances with winter.
The two almost inseparable.
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Those I Love
I’ve come to realize,
I am not solely myself.
I am pieces of those I love,
Pieces of those I’ve loved, too.
They make me who I am,
who I strive to become.
Deep in my heart,
Comments
Writer1326, a sweet poem to welcome the new site!
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