W.I.S.H

October 23, 2009
I wished upon a star

A small one

A tiny one

It glimmered and shimmered

Shaking off my wish

Sending it downward

A shooting star



I wished upon a flower

The clocks flew away in the wind

One landed in the soft grass




I wished upon a 4 leaf clover

A frail one, a bent on

I put it in my pockey

For good luck and hope





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