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My wishing well

As a little girl, I always wished,
I had the ultimate power, to wish at my will.

I grew up to question, everything about,
Hoping it will answer, all my doubts.

It was my wish, to be heard,
Weather oneself, or a herd.

As an adult, I wonder sometimes,
Is there a wishing well, in our minds.

We wish for something, might come true,
Hope more than a desire, that you do.

I hope I desire, I need this for me,
To raise another, wishing well through thee.


I always try to think out of the box. i love poetry and hope to contribute my best to the field :)

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