sometimes there are days when nothing happens.
days so mundane that i forget they have existed
and so ordinary that they will never return to my memory.
and sometimes there are disastrous days.
days when lady luck is against me,
days that i wish to be over.
but sometimes
once in a beautiful blue moon
i encounter
a miracle day.
a day in which something so extraordinary happens
it could only be the work of a saint.
a day in which i feel as though i am living in a dream
because surely miracles do not exist?
a day in which i am reminded
that amazing things can
and do
happen.
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confessions of a thinkaholic : poetry and prose
PoetryThere are a lot of thoughts in my head. Sometimes I turn them into poems. Here's a collection of poems, or miscellaneous pieces of writing, that I'd like to share.
