Wish Poem

If wishes were the eyelash
Resting upon your cheek
The wind would kiss it free and say,
Hush now, my sweet.

And if wishes were the seeds
On a dandelion’s mane
Breath would let it away and say,
Hush now, my dear.

Through wishing, we gain.
Through wishing, we gain.
Through wishing we guide
The spirits near.
Hush now, wish wisely, my eager dear.

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