If wishes were dreams that would come true
Maybe at the least, you could unleash your emotions of which part of your life they rule
What would beauty be without pain, rain or sorrow?
Where you picture it in front of a mirror, yet so phenomenal
The wind cried once, 'I want to feel who i touch because i'm more substance than air'
And yet sometimes when we're hit by the wind, we're on our knees saying life isn't fair
So your problems become your emotions, and they are there with you, on your bed, every dawn
You've locked yourself up and swallowed the key hoping to open up one sunrise so that they despair when sunset is gone
So what is beauty then, ask the wishes in vain?
If all the thoughts you ever held depended on pen
Ink perceives and feeds on the feelings of their masters thoughts
And every sweetness that inspired your heart even accepting all sorts
So wishes can be like a forest, the woods and that uncertain heaven
Not knowing if they'll have a beautiful breeze when true, so we wait and see what will happen
So wishes can be blown with our words and wasted
Yet wishes cannot be wishes unless they are experienced and tasted.
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A Flowering Girl
شِعرThese are poems of a girl as she goes through various stages and processes in her teen life before she natures into a woman's. Love, hope, pain, and growth among other things are constantly present in this transition.
