Wishing Three
This is a form of, I strongly believe, poetic drabble. If it could pass off as poetry of some acceptable sort, of course.
It was written last Monday while I was eating tinanok corn. Afterwards, I encoded the words into my cellphone and sent it to random friends as a highly disturbing text message.
Wishing Three
I wish that we may be together
In a way that we fear nothing
And believe in everything that we haveI wish that we may both be stronger
In a way that we do not hold back the tears
But cry freely to let the pain out
So what’s left inside is happiness
And hope, perhapsI wish that we may love as purely
As the spring rushes over the rock
That the years will wear our faces away
But our hearts never stop flowing
Towards eternity

The Diva Dragon. Shi. 


