Unknowingly

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I wake up, vowing to live

mornings with missing eyelashes

 

knowing, I dream a lot

with dreams, I wish whatnot

 

if a lash lands on your palm; the chances,

forget not to blow it off

 

knowing, it is coming from me

a dandelion leaf of the magic foreseen

 

blown into the stardust of universe, and

song of connecting strings

 

we hold

unknowingly

 

It was already an hour into the new year and I could not hit the bed just then. My mind runs on a a poetic engine and a poem was so necessary to fuel it up into next gear.

Here is a poem to a year full of dreams and wishes to come true. Happy New Year pals!

❤ ❤

Every day is new and may you do something new each day. Make every moment count.

Lots of love and gratitude for your continuous support!

Hope you like the poem! ❤

 

©Written Frames, 2019