once a year we ought to wait
for the most wonderful day,
where people wear their
jackets up and put their
swimsuits back in the drawer,
the day where kids wish for presents
from santa and not their parents,
the day where people are
filled with pure bliss,
Oh I long for the day
where the stars shines so bright
for the child with the eyes
like a morning light.
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A Tiny Love
PoetryI wonder what will happen if one day you'll find someone that will mean a world to you, would I stop or would I still write about you- or mayber I'll write about her too. - A Tiny Love: Short Poems [her] Compilation of my self written short poe...
