I feel the cool wind,
Gently brushing my skin.
Each flutter carefully timed,
The dove takes over the sky.
My soft hair caresses my neck,
Sending shivers down my spine.
I look up at the golden glazed sky,
As I can only but hope for a sign.
Bright colors of glory,
Blinding everyone from the truth.
Life’s true story,
Life’s teasing secret.
I guess it’s for the better,
After all, we’re all just weeds,
Wishing to be wishes.
But lies being the thing to spread our seeds.
I look around one last time,
Smiling as God shakes his head,
Breath in the sweet scent of springtime,
Close my eyes and take in my surroundings.
Rustling flowers being a sweet medley,
Warm, salty tears falling down my cheeks,
As I blow gently,
And make one last wish.
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- Comment from author about the poem: We can’t always get what we wish for, but we can always have hope
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
This is amazing! I love love love it.
Thank you so much!
I completely love this poem and it's title. Faved 😊
Thank you so much!
Lovely words . Nicely expressed
Very much appreciated, thank you
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