I wish the wish I've wished a thousand times
When hands twice have a pair of pairs
And finding peace within the ancient rhymes
Consuming their archaic stares.
This wish I've wished is but a foolish thought
That fate would give me the forbade
Rekindle what was lost and once forgot
But livened whence it first was made
If I could only climb that staggered mass,
The narrow peak of Martin's mind,
Quite then, perhaps, this wish will come to pass
And happiness I then will find.

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Rhymes in Red: a collection of poems by D. W. Christian
PoetryA collection of poems I've written and am writing concerning love, loss, life, death, darkness, hope, and many other subjects.