Wishes not granted

Searching   amidst my  wishes  that belong  to a lost realm

engaging in tactics  futile to  recover  at least the  precious ones

seen  only in resting dew  drops hanging  on leaf tips swinging

sometimes to fall down  and diffuse in the soil and  be forgotten.

sun shines through some , glowing them  golden till  they  disappear

sweat  turns wasted as wishes escape off   to dark depths of the sea.

faith in   a radiant  new  moment  makes me try, try  once more

to pursue my  dreams and search for my wishes buried and   lost.

 

 

 

 

 

Author: Sherinmary zacharia

Sherin Mary Zacharia the born thoughts crafter It is divine to be autistic.to all the kind people on earth

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