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Wish

 

We lay on the ground and stretch our arms wide

and pretend we are airplanes––

someday we’ll fly away

up up into the happiness clouds

 

up where it’s fluffy and funny and free

with lots of oxygen and plenty of room

and hapiness for miles

everywhere you look

 

we will barely remember where we came from

or remember as much as we want

but only with amusement and pleasure and

gratitude and it will look like

 

a landscape tapestry where every

piece  every thread  every dot  was

perfect and exactly where

it was meant to be

 

and we will fly to the stars

and swirl with the galaxies

and dance the cosmic dance

of love   only love

 

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