The Sweetest, Saddest Things


When day is done, and clouds are low

And stars breathless with adoration

Then comes the wishing hour

A thousand shadows to beguile the time

Sweet creations of the soul

Some of beauty some of despair

Some of ecstasy some snatched away

Like treasures – sweet flowers in haste

I toss into the night

My basket full of wishes

Loveliest of lovely things are they

Thoughts of the sweetest, saddest things

The wind to blow and set them free

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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