If wishes were sent on the wings of paper,
Instead of false glances and morbid looks of despair on hung up shooting stars,
Would it be easier for you to listen?
To pay attention to the wallowing soul sitting by the willow?
Would you open your lofty eyes,
and gaze upon the mourning widow?
And maybe for once answer the prayers
of fleeting mundane longings.
- A.A
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