My wish in the middle of the night,
I told the skies surrounded by light.
There might be fright,
But on 11:11, nothing's wrong, nothing's right.
A wish is just a wish.
It is as hard to get as a fish.
But If you strive,
You'll survive.
My wish every 11:11,
Is the wish I pray over and over again.
If I feel it, I'll write it with my paper and pen,
And breathe deep and count up to ten.
I'll put it under my pillow and sleep,
Hoping I will be sleeping deep.
With this, I'll never weep;
And I'll live my wish in my dream in a zip.
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An Obscure Reflection
PoesiaMy simple thoughts can be a vast of strange collection of words. These strange collections of words completes me. [01 13 2020 - republished, but not revised, for personal reasons] [01 13 2020 - I made this compilation three years ago and I was just...
