A Poet’s Wish



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I carry the cosmos on my bruised fingertips; its chaos lovingly bleeds into me.

A Poet’s Wish

dedicated to all the wonderful poets whose words make this world a better place

Petals prick my fingers.

Thorns thaw my fingers.

My feet kiss the frozen magma.

Yes, I stir the sun with fragrant frangipani.

Yes, I breathe life with hollow heartbeats.

My tears of ink spill their banks on papery meadows.

sighing with the bittersweet breezes of my smiles.

My reveries, like dew, cling to the leaves of reality

and blush when I caress them with love.

I long to whisper to the dusk,

to convince our pain to cease.

For I carry the cosmos on my bruised fingertips;

its chaos lovingly bleeds into me.

I wish my words spread hope forever

and harmony wherever I can be.

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