Thought ceased and the mind raced.
For the singular wish, a search ensued.
Breath held ,I wished hard,
With closed eyes gazing up at the dark.
Gazing up at the dark, I wished hard.
In my night sky , “a shooting star!"
This is my space -- my very my own realm of sounds, syllables and sybolism.
This is my expression – weighed and measured.
These are my musings—varied and whimsical.
This is my blog --
plain and simple.
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