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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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…
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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