The eventful wishes of forgotten days
soft hair and cherub kisses,
In the days bright with laughter
And blue with reminisces,
When the pages of a book
Turned one by one
And the gentle paper’s crinkle
Compel to carry on,
And the the night’s tapping window
Would echo on the door,
And someone out there wonders
What was there before?
And that one funny second,
When the coin just keeps spinning,
The fleeting jump of heart-clenched joy
That makes you think you’re winning.
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