When wishing becomes the last thought,
Waking up in yesterday's unaccomplished agendas,
Forgetting the fortunes of today,
Hiding your head in the sand from tomorrow's reality,
And biding blind farewells to the future's anticipates.
The chance was there but bowed to,
The hand was present but avoided the shake,
The smile was appealing but neither a blush back,
What about the escort that didn't mean much,
And the hug that though meant everything was discarded?
Winding the thick, weary and lonely edges alone,
Grovelling shyly on the baseline ideas,
Ignoring the very encouraging face that comes your way,
Living in the past and never letting go,
Though ages and lessons lost, you can still learn.
When the full moon shines again,
Don't hide your ecstasy and passion,
Live it up earnestly and with vigour,
Count them stars loudly to conquer the strangest voices,
And never hesitate to mark the end of your miseries.
Its never easy to watch the horizon as set takes place,
But beyond the eye's grip lies hidden treasures,
Visible to a patient and daring soul,
That which wishes to start all over again,
And if well dedicated, getting it becomes the ultimate gift
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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