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Cobweb Wishes
A virgin wish, coupled with passion-a spray of luck-ambition,
can be foundation for sparkling things...
a first flight -a newborn cry
Gracefully treading nightmares in black finned nights.
Turning a death rattle into melodies in pearl
strung along the gilded wings of infinity.
A greying wish is an opaque endeavor.
It lends the hands to idling
creasing the satin of reality.
Old wishes dangle wearily from the ceiling
like dying Faries in a cobweb dream.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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