When the clock ticks 11:11,
everyone knew this was the one.
We looked up to the sky,
praying there wasn’t any other sigh.
Standing up right,
there wasn’t going to be anymore fight.
We closed our eyes,
trying to make this moment mine.
Happiness was prayed,
pink health was wished.
As the time passes by,
it was as if everything was in a brand new light.
Now, the wishes hung up on the sky,
making this another starry night.
We stood there,
letting the breeze blow on our hair.
It was such a good feeling that everyone have,
and it have never left.
Since hopes are bright,
then let it shine throughout the night.
Another poem. Hope you like it. 😀
” Our deepest wishes are whispers of our authentic selves.
We must learn to respect them.
We must learn to listen. ”
Sarah Ban Breathnach