Poetry

Before I Knew

Wishes are Called Wishes
Because They Don’t Come True.
The Myth or the Truth, Whatever,
That’s all I Knew, All the Way Through.

Making Peace with it
Was Thorny at First.
It was Sooner than Never though,
That the Bubble did Burst.

One Fine Day Gazing at the Sky,
Seeing a Shooting Star,
I Blew on a Dandelion.
And Before I Knew,
I Met You!


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