We wished upon our stars.
Dripping, tripping and clinging.
It was never the light that guided us.
Darkness plays it’s part.
The pragmatic and the dogmatic.
Then there are Miracles…
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Beautiful post , nicely written words !
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Thank you so much Nisthur. 😊😊
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A very beautiful poem. I love this poem it says so much in so little words. I believe in miracles mainly because I am one. When my mother was pregnant with me she fell down stairs and bleed very badly I was suppose to be dead but I survived here I am still alive. So I love anything about miracles
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Oh that’s definitely a miracle Morgan. I have never heard something like this. I am so glad that I came to know you. I am sorry Morgan was a bit busy with somethings. You made me smile.
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It’s ok I just woke up. Yeah I am a living miracle that is why I believe in miracle so much. I am happy I came to know you too. You’re a nice person I am glad I made you smile. You always make me smile Harsh. I hope you had a nice day?
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You are sweet Morgan. 🙂
Yes, I was just travelling from someplace to someplace. It’s a busy day. Haha
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Oh ok, 🙂 well be safe and take care smiling Harsh, haha 🙂 have a good evening handsome
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You too have a good day Morgan. 🙂
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