Saturday, November 30, 2019

poem of the day November 29


A
lot of
big wishes
are being hung
on fresh wishing trees
I see mountain like piles
of perfect perfection being
claimed by cars full of families
bursting with hope and anticipation
It is the exquisite holiday lead up fueled
 by the march of emotions that consume many
a human soul
yet no one

asks the trees if they believe

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