Wish.
Kneeled in prayer, face tilted up to the sky,
Scattering lights shooting across twilight.
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Thoughts 'til Midnight
PoetryTwo-line poems describing every minute from 11:38 PM 'til the death of day, exploring the depth of the human experience and what it means to truly live.
11:47 PM
Wish.
Kneeled in prayer, face tilted up to the sky,
Scattering lights shooting across twilight.
