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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Power Brings Greed.
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Falling fountains,
Whispers of time,
And whatever is mine.
Holding power,
A complex shower,
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Magnetic
Drawn to the sky,
A magnet within a sigh.
The gleam I know all too well,
With words to say, stories to tell.
Wrapping around me,
Rooted in denial,
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Writer1326, a sweet poem to welcome the new site!
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