A Wish
Birds are chirping
hearing them singing
and i feel the rhapsody of waves
traveling to and fro
Breeze is cold
overlapping my face
The tide seems moving slow
as i mirrored myself on it
and touched the water
with my fingertips
I wish I could hold the water
just as i wish for that one afar
My eyes are gazing
through misty blues and hues
A sparkle of hope is there
waiting.....calling
I felt the breeze....so cold
yet warm inside
And so with whispering breath i say,
My wish is my hope..
My hope is within me....
Little strength it provides...
enough for me....to go on.....walking....
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