handful of wishes
shadows like birds or
birds like shadows
flying behind white linen curtain
coming and going
back & forth and over & under
undoubtedly feeding their young
or chasing their very own
displaced souls
since I couldn’t see
what I couldn’t see
I changed my train of thought
pretending they were giant moths
turned into beautiful butterflies
made possible by a warrior princess
carrying a magic sword
and a handful of wishes
march two thousand twenty
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Lovely poem
Thank you, Wanda.
Love this one 🙂
hey thanks Melanie!
Beautiful!!!
Thank you, Sofia!