My friend asked me the other day:
"Given any possibility, where would
you like to live?" And I thought:
On the third star from the left.
The one I'm pointing to.
Within the sounds of violins on
the symphony stage.
In a thought birthed from the
poet's mind.
In the aroma of pumpkin pies
fresh from the Thanksgiving oven.
In the excitement of lips touching
lips for the first time.
In a prayer lifted on behalf of
the helpless.
Wherever I am.
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Comments3
Excellent write
Beautiful images of a place of residence where dreams come true. Lovely
A lovely write of dreams coming true, enjoyed the read
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