Wishes
Wishes roll in like a fog
An ethreal glow added to
My dream-like state.
Wishes, which turn into words,
Tickling my feet and
My heart when I say them aloud.
Flighty creatures seemingly flung away
As we cling to the beauty
Of our wishes.
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