On The Verge
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Wishes, cast in time, can only come true
once impossible dreams become the norm.
And the universe recognizes you
not as the thirsty flower, but the storm!
Life's allotted time swiftly disappears
when yesterday's outnumber tomorrow's.
And once you've cried over a billion tears,
Hope tends to drown in a sea of sorrows.
Can magic wishes indeed be real,
does a pot of gold lie under each rainbow?
And if you believe, will you get to feel
God's love: will it eventually show?
It's virtually frightening to dream,
when teetering on the verge of a scream!
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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