Liking what things are supposed to be
instead of what they are
I spend my life in wondered lust
not near, yet so afar
Wishing the truth not what it was
but what it was meant to be
I spend my nights in wish filled dreams
—my faith on bended knee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2018)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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