SoulReserve

Up

My wishes drift
to the stars
and the moon
gently,
blows them away… 
further
up
   up
 up
they go
swinging and swaying
in gay abandon;
Slowly climbing
the distance;
Little do they know
how little I hold,
how much…
of my broken heart is
afloat with them.

© SoulReserve 2016

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