A child's secret wish
tossed in a fountain
Last of their coins
is now food for a fish
First star's light
reaches the dream
and the fourth leaf of clover
is a welcome sight
On birthday candle the song
A wavering flame has heard
and with many tight closed eyes
wishes true have been observed
So watch the lightning
and break the wishbone
Catch leaves falling
and run straight home
We were not born on flights of fancy
nor danced on hope in a stream
but it's all right to wish for chances
and believe in passing dreams
(December 4th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
