Saturday Magnets

the moment we
believe in our
dreams, they
become something
to hope for

like a cat on a window
ledge, always looking
out as life passes by,
some of us are prisoners
never longing for more

‘tis the season of
peace and sacred
light, blossoms softly
frosted, love’s pure
longing, come to
quiet our souls
through the dark night


Magnetic Poetry

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