Reflecting
I
wonder
if poems
birthed from my soul
might be - like my days on this earth - numbered.
Days are fleeting, yet in the sky I see
infinity,
and so I
make a
wish.
May
poems
reflect my
mind boundlessly
like those stars that illuminate the night.
7/19/2016
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